Post by Art Vandelay on Nov 9, 2010 2:27:09 GMT -5
Last night I dreamed it was my invertebrate zoology exam, and that I had to make up a hypothetical taxanomic classification for some hypothetical animal. I for some odd reason decided to try and classify a bicycle of all things. All I remember is writing down "Phylum: Bicyclae, Order: Mountinus Bikae..." and some other crap I don't remember.
At that point, I noticed I had a seperate paper for a first-year chemistry exam sitting on my desk, that I'd apparrently completed already. Then some kid next to me who resembled some asshole I went to school with in year 8 grabbed the chemistry paper in an effort to copy from me. I tackled him and yelled to the supervisor that this guy was cheating, and as such he was awarded a fail. I then chased him out of the room desperate to get revenge.
A few days later, I realised I still had to finish my invertebrates exam, annd as such was in a rush to get back into the exam room before it finished and the supervisor noticed I'd left so I could hopefully finish in the last half-hour (don't ask how that works chronologically). I somehow made it back throught what I can only describe as parkour's retarded cousin. It turns out, the exam was taking place at Cafe Nervosa, the coffee shop from Frasier, which was in the middle of what I assume was supposed to resemble my old primary school and surrounded by armed guards looking for people trying to sneak back in like I was doing. I managed through my aforementioned method of locomotion to reach the cafe after accidentally running past it several times, and sat on the ground outside (which was apparrently being used for overflow seating) and took out my biology exam, apparrently from thin air. At that point the supervisor noticed me sitting down, and came over to tell me I was going to be automatically failed for leaving the exam room. However, after I explained why (not sure what exactly I said, but I recall it had little to do with the earlier events, although it made a similar amount of sense) I'd left and I was told it was a valid excuse and thus I'd likely not be failed if I pleaded my case to the university administration. Then I woke up.
I tell you, it was one of those dreams for which there are no words to sum up the sheer lunacy of it (although the Frasier reference is awesome).
At that point, I noticed I had a seperate paper for a first-year chemistry exam sitting on my desk, that I'd apparrently completed already. Then some kid next to me who resembled some asshole I went to school with in year 8 grabbed the chemistry paper in an effort to copy from me. I tackled him and yelled to the supervisor that this guy was cheating, and as such he was awarded a fail. I then chased him out of the room desperate to get revenge.
A few days later, I realised I still had to finish my invertebrates exam, annd as such was in a rush to get back into the exam room before it finished and the supervisor noticed I'd left so I could hopefully finish in the last half-hour (don't ask how that works chronologically). I somehow made it back throught what I can only describe as parkour's retarded cousin. It turns out, the exam was taking place at Cafe Nervosa, the coffee shop from Frasier, which was in the middle of what I assume was supposed to resemble my old primary school and surrounded by armed guards looking for people trying to sneak back in like I was doing. I managed through my aforementioned method of locomotion to reach the cafe after accidentally running past it several times, and sat on the ground outside (which was apparrently being used for overflow seating) and took out my biology exam, apparrently from thin air. At that point the supervisor noticed me sitting down, and came over to tell me I was going to be automatically failed for leaving the exam room. However, after I explained why (not sure what exactly I said, but I recall it had little to do with the earlier events, although it made a similar amount of sense) I'd left and I was told it was a valid excuse and thus I'd likely not be failed if I pleaded my case to the university administration. Then I woke up.
I tell you, it was one of those dreams for which there are no words to sum up the sheer lunacy of it (although the Frasier reference is awesome).