This reminds me of a story I think I’ve related elsewhere on this board before… true story, as it happened to me!
My first semester of university was pretty much a haze. Let’s just say that I embraced the freedom from my parent’s house with much enthusiasm, and leave it at that.
The upshot of this was that I didn’t attend many classes or do much in the way of studying (I did straighten out the next semester and managed to graduate with a decent GPA).
I had failed my calculus mid-term miserably, of course, and when it came time for the final I was in bad shape… I crammed all night before the final, trying to learn a semester’s worth of calc. in about 9 hours. You can probably imagine how well that worked.
I had figured that in order to pass the course, I needed at minimum a low A on the final. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have even gone to the final… but anyways, I went.
The first question (60% of the grade, IIRC) on the final involved a conical reservoir filled with water. The bottom of the cone was cut, and the water was draining out. We had to figure out how fast the water was draining, the rate at which the rate of water draining was changing, etc. etc.
I knew the equation I needed to start with, so I wrote it down. And I was done. I had no idea what to DO with the equation.
I browsed through the rest of the exam, and it was fatally apparent that 3 minutes into the 2 hour long final I was finished.
Not wanting to simply turn in my test and slink out, I wrote a story on the test about how when I was young my father bought me an ice cream cone (a conical reservoir), and I had bitten the bottom out causing all the ice cream to slide out into my lap. My father then smacked me upside the head and called me stupid, causing a great deal of psychological damage, and I therefore could not answer the question… and I was changing my major anyways and would never darken the door of my calc. professor again.
I got a D. :eek: