I still have the touch
Today was the finals for the first Cisco certification class. I walked in a little early to take the lab exam. The teacher handed me the assignment, and went to his office. When I handed it back to him after completing it, he said, slightly sarcastically, "I don't know... you may have taken a little too long." Then he glanced over it and marked it with a 100.
I had intended to study between then and the start multiple-choice exam, but read on other topics instead. The exam finally came a few hours later. I was actually worried about this one, because it was based on tests that I had been able to do while having the course material in front of me.
Twenty minutes after the exam started, I found myself thinking something I hadn't really thought since high school so many years ago. "Do I sit here and check over my answers and wait for someone else to finish so everyone doesn't stare, or do I just get the exam graded and go. Ah, let's just go." I stood up, and the teacher looks at me as if he's thinking, "Just what do you think you're doing?" What he says is different. "I said you didn't get extra credit for doing it fast. You know you didn't have to do it so fast." Then he looked up the grades on the computer and saw why I was smiling. 94.1%. "Oh, I guess you can do it that fast." I laughed and left.