So, this morning’s exam related fuckery: we went along to the exam hall, carrying our box of 90+ highlighters, and proceeded to rip them open and putone on each desk. Snitty invigilator [complete stranger, and one of FOUR] stomps up and asks what we’re doing. ‘putting pens on the desks’ quoth I. ‘They can’t have those’ she says. ‘they can’ I say. ‘Well they can’t use them to highlight anything in the answer space’ she says. ‘That’s what I’ve told them’ I said. ‘So if you could collect them in again after about 20 minutes, that would be great’. ‘We have far too much to do, we have to write a seating plan and all sorts of things’ she says. ‘GRAAAAARGGGGHHHH’ I screamed, and launched into a blindingly fast sequence of flying kicks, back flips, and somersaults, finishing on one knee, holding her eyeballs in my dripping fists.
Like this, but without swords, and with tracing paper and highlighters…
I wiped down my hands, kicked her twitching corpse to one side, and asked where they’d put the tracing paper, as we also needed to put a piece on each desk. ‘It’s in the box’ said her clone [OK it was still her] but they can’t have it.’ ‘They can’ I said, snatching up an exam paper and pointing at the words’TRACING PAPER’ on the list of things students can have. ‘Well it says they can have it IF they ask for it’ she sneered, ‘so we’ll hand it out IF they ask.’ ‘Well I’ve told them all to ask if it’s not on the table ready for them’ I said ‘so do you REALLY want to have 90 of them all ask at once?’ We put the tracing paper out. BBBIIIITTTCCCCHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Honestly, I have better things to do with my life!