Before Dr. Harris arrived in class on Thursday, we started taking some polls about our midterm:
"How many of you finished in under two hours?" - one hand.
"How many of you took the test before Wednesday?" - no hands. (wednesday was the last day we could take it).
"How many of you actually did the reading for today?" - again, no hands.
On Thursday we were all a little slap happy - professor included.
We spent the better part of class cracking each other up with our own personal horror stories about the test.
Dr. Harris told us it was a two-hour long test. It took me two and a half. For one boy: five. We're still not quite sure how he managed to do that. All the while, a girl sat at her desk, with this rigid, stiff posture and the most smug look I've ever seen on someone's face. We (the class) are pretty sure that she forgot to take the midterm because Dr. Harris took her out of the room to talk to her (we all got really quiet, of course) and when they returned, Dr. Harris said that we weren't allowed to discuss our responses just yet.
Mental note: don't forget to take midterms; that's bad.
moral of the story: exams which consist of four essays make people go a little crazy.