Crafty lil' bastard he is
This morning was the dreaded IDS final. Damn, it was dreadful too.
After perusing over the 5 sections of the test, I quickly realized I knew about 5 answers all together. Those answers were worth 30 points out of 200... meaning that was going to get about a 15% on it if I could BS well enough on those five questions.
Luckily my brain still worked, and without hesitation my mad "Get out of trouble" skillz just started to flow.... it was like an out of body experience. Suddenly I could think clearly, and ways of getting out of this final kept bombarding my thoughts. I consulted the two professors soon after...
That's all I can say right now. Both of them want to *help* me out, which means... well I have to wait for everyone to leave before I say the rest of what is happening. I don't want some jealous biotch ruining my easy ticket out of the IDS final... *ahem.
I will post more about it on Monday.
After perusing over the 5 sections of the test, I quickly realized I knew about 5 answers all together. Those answers were worth 30 points out of 200... meaning that was going to get about a 15% on it if I could BS well enough on those five questions.
Luckily my brain still worked, and without hesitation my mad "Get out of trouble" skillz just started to flow.... it was like an out of body experience. Suddenly I could think clearly, and ways of getting out of this final kept bombarding my thoughts. I consulted the two professors soon after...
That's all I can say right now. Both of them want to *help* me out, which means... well I have to wait for everyone to leave before I say the rest of what is happening. I don't want some jealous biotch ruining my easy ticket out of the IDS final... *ahem.
I will post more about it on Monday.