09/01/2024
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Our math lecturer was a really strict man. His strictness sort of made him wicked. Every second year student already knew his rules.
No one entered his class after he did, no one submitted an assignment after he said stop.
It was with this knowledge that I prepared for the second year exams.
Everyone knew me, the great Cynthia, as a straight A student with a solid CGPA. I didn't want the wicked man's course to wobble my good grades.
I studied hard, spent hours into the night just researching. I tutored my best friend, Flora, because she wasn't as good in maths as I was
Through it all, there was always an underlying jealousy from coursemates, but I didn't mind.
Soon, the math exams came. When I got to the exam venue, I found that it was packed. The only available spaces were at the back!
Normally, I hated sitting at the back, but that day I had no choice.
I said a short prayer and got my booklet, then I got to work.
I was all smiles as I ticked through each question. It was as if the man had come to my head to select questions I'd thoroughly prepared for!
The exam was supposed to be 2 hours, but after an hour and 15 minutes, the lecturer called time out and roared, "After the count of 50, if your booklet isn't on the table, consider it an F!"
We didn't need to be told to stop writing. Everyone jumped to their feet, and rushed forward.
The hall was like a 2×2 cubicle and it made moving rather difficult.
Students kicked and stampeded each other, others fell down, some booklets were torn!
I became scared because I was still at the middle whereas the man had already counted to 26!
I saw my F flash by!
Determined, I ran towards the window and jumped outside, then fled around to the door.
But I couldn't reach the submission pile. I pushed and pushed, but it was impossible.
That was when I saw my best friend, Flora, right at the pile!
"Flora! Help me!" I yelled at her.
She rushed over and took my booklet, then burrowed back into the crowd.
I was relieved that I'd submitted. True to his words, the lecturer took the pile and left over 30 students behind.
There was tears!
I thanked God and went home.
The exams rolled over and a month later, results were out. I went to check.
I was shocked to find a huge, gaping F on my result!
How? I'd written everything! I'd done extremely well! I checked for Flora because I knew her reg number.
She scored B! How could someone I taught have a B but I had a miserable F?
I was broken and dejected. I had it in mind to order for a remark.
As I went home, I saw one of the trash collectors struggling to pour all the piles of trash into a truck.
As he did, one can spilled over. I would've passed had I not seen something that looked familiar.
Curious, I went over to check and was stunned to see my...math booklet in the trash can!
It dawned on me that Flora hadn't submitted for me.
She'd trashed my booklet. My best friend had scored me an F!
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