drama, drama, drama.

I kind of love my Modern Drama class. Here's why:

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.

This essentially turned into a tell-all confessional in which one boy said that his essay about Chekov's The Cherry Orchard was completely fabricated. And I quote: "I didn't read The Cherry Orchard. I was making up characters' names and plot and throwing them into the essay. I also referred to the author as 'that guy who wrote The Cherry Orchard'. And I still don't know his name." (something tells me he probably didn't do so well on that part of the test).

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.

p.s. i also kind of love how nobody did the reading, and we all knew it; yet in class, everyone sat there pretending as if they had.