Apr 23, 2010 02:56
"Good morning!" Steve said. "I want to let you know you've been a wonderful class this semester. Your final exam is already on your desk." Each desk had a piece of paper turned face-down on it, indeed. "Do not look at them until I tell you to, or I will take points. They will be in essay form." Steve liked essays. Kids these days didn't learn to write well enough; they needed more practice. He gestured to the plate of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies on his desk and said, "Help yourselves to the cookies, write your exams, and then you're free to go. You may begin...now."
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