Epic Fail

Ever had one of those times when nothing can go your way? That you seem to do things, but from beforehand you know that it will all be in vain? This week was one of those weeks for me. End of exams week.

Granted, I did not have that many exams, like 3, but my goodness, I lost this battle AND the war. First off, History class on Monday. Subject: The relations between France and South America after the Second World War. Sounds interesting enough, except for one thing. To know anything about this subject, you would have had to have attended ALL classes. And in my case, I attended none. I cheated, yes I admit it, I can't go down without a fight, but when you cheat with people who also have no idea what they are doing, your chances of passing are next to none. Verdict: FAIL.

Moving on. Next up, English on Thursday. Ok, brief history. This is my second time doing my first year. Yes, I'm a staybacker. So the subjects that I passed last year, I don't have to do them over this year since I passed them. Duh. English is one of those subjects. I passed with flying colours. Why did I do the exam over you ask? Glad you did. To help people out. I'm a team player. And help people out I did. Even though I did not give in my paper, just walked out the class leaving the teacher just as perplexed as those who were not involved in our shenanigans, I was proud of my accomplishments. And in return, a friend decided he was going to help a brother out for the Law exam. And help is what this brother needed.

Next official exam on Thursday was Economics. The teacher (someone I hate with all my heart, I kid you not, there is no one I look at with more burning hatred than him, he deserves it) gave us a previous exam and decided that since there were so many insufficiant grades that he would let those who were willing to be able to do a make up exam and on the exam that you score highest on, you keep that mark and the next one is discarded. I believe that I should mention that I cheated out of the book for the first exam. And I got a 6. Out of 20. Verdict: FAIL.

So we enter this second economy exam, and the teacher gives us 3 questions, and tells us that we must only choose one to answer. Yeah, I failed. I basically wrote a story for him, hopefully if I get my paper back, I'll be able to post it up here, so you guys can experience greatness. But nothing could compare to what awaited me today, Friday, January 9th 2008, oh wait, damn, 2009.

Law exam. Now this is another class to which I have NEVER been. Come on, on Friday at 3pm, the LAST thing I want to do is be in Law class learning about things I will forget the moment I get up from my seat. Anyhow, I enter the law class and quickly yet discreetly try and slip my way to the back of the class. By now, the way this post has been going, you know that I did not succeed. Add the fact that the class was empty except for the teacher and I, my shooting percentage went down another notch. He looked at me as if to say "I've never seen this kid before in my life", and quite frankly, he would be right. I had no idea who he was either so I guess that made us equal.

He then promptly directed me to a seat DIRECTLY in front of his desk. Now at this time, my brain is still working, so I go and calmly sit down, and I save a seat for my partner in crime to have a space to sit when he gets in so we can get our cheating on. And then I notice something terribly wrong. As the students file into the classroom, the teacher is the one who tells each one where to sit. And it just so happens, that when said partner in crime walked in, he was placed at the far end of the class.

He looked at me, and burst out in laughter. I could have killed him. But I digress. So now I am totally alone on the battlefield, with ANOTHER 3 questions in front of me, only this time we must answer all 3. I felt like walking out. And then a lady friend of mine sat down next to me, and I was like, "You're going to help me out", she says "Ok". I'm happy again. We do the exam, I write over what she says in my own words, and I give my paper with a smile.

We get outside where everybody is busy asking each other what the answers were and when they asked my lady friend, guess what she says. "I honestly had no clue what the answers to those questions were, I just wrote in basic nonsense". I had to restrain myself from choking her. So here I am thinking that I might have passed when I'm actually up against an EPIC. FAIL. Thanks very much lady enemy.

The moral of this story is: There is no moral to this story. This was just a quick recap of my week. A week I spent away from the internets (yes there is an s). A week I consider a cruel joke made to me by God. It's all good though. Atleast I have two weeks off, to get ready for the second semester. Good times all around.

*Sigh*

I'm out.