Because first my train was late, and then it stopped on the tracks for a bit. I arrived in class just as the professor was ready to collect these, but she told me to go ahead and fill it out quickly. Then she acted surprised when I gave it back lickety-split. “I didn’t mean that quickly,” she said. Lady, that’s just how I roll.
Now that’s not as conceited as it sounds. Over the course of 18 years of testing I’ve learned that I either know the answers or I don’t, and very rarely will stewing over an exam raise my score.
I’m amazed that she graded these over break and gave them right back to us. Pretty flippin’ sweet.