As a kid, I was always being told that I had to revise more, that I shouldn’t hand things in so fast, blahblahblah yaddah yaddah yaddah.
I would explain that if I revised, the answer I changed usually ended up having been right the first time (we barely never had multiple choice, it was always essays). I’d even show them, “see, this one with all the red? That’s the one I redid!” Some teachers would believe me, most didn’t.
So one day in 11th grade I decide that ok, for once in my life, Mz Lightnin’ is not going to be the first to hand English in. Those exams were ten sentences in Spanish, to be translated into English. Father would hand them around, then read them out loud; we could start writing right away or listen to him. By the time he was on sentence #5, I was done, as usual. But I waited. And waited. And after 45’ dangit, I needed to pee! So I stood up.
And so did the other 39 students in the class :smack: Hands on hips, I turned around looking at all my suddenly-sheepish classmates with a glower that said “you COWARDS” in Vegas-Strip neon signs… then I handed my test in and ranoutcosIneededtogonoooooow!
None of my teachers in that school gave me crap about handing things in too fast ever again.
In college 4th year, electronics class: 3 partials, plus lab, plus a final which in theory you didn’t need to take if your partials plus lab averaged a “pass”… in theory because it was about 1 student in every 400 passed on partials. We always had to go review the exam with the teachers. I go to do this and the professor asks me “do you think it was too hard?” “well, sir, I don’t know about too, this being a hard course, but it was the first time in my life I’ve run out of time for an exam.” Having received similar responses from others (and yes, I’d re-earned my Ms. Lightning nick), he decided to do a “curving” of sorts.