You have never been taught by an old lady who has no other aim in life but to make students life miserable. When she achieves that, then her day is made. Come to class late and she will send you out with the worst tone of voice. With her grey hair and wrinkled face, you will not survive her mean words but worst of it all is getting marks from her. 

We just couldn’t wait for the semester to end but I am sure if she had the ability, she would keep us in there for 1 more year. In the final lesson she said this, "I know you don’t want me to teach you anymore but if anyone doesn’t pass my paper, they definitely have to embrace me for one more year,”

Time for the final exam came and people panicked. Give someone a simple problem to solve and he will think for two days but ask him a harder question like how to cheat in this lady’s paper and he will give you many different answers for two straight days. He will be more creative in that moment than he has ever been in his entire life.

Lady students wrote on their thighs and wore the shortest skirts. I remember a religious lady who swore to me that she never wears any cloth that goes above her knees. That day I saw her in a short skirt with a slit almost up to the sky. I didn’t have time to analyze the physical features because I was sweating profusely as well.

One other gentleman wrote as many answers on his hand as they are in the hand out but a few minutes to the paper he started sweating and by the time we started the paper, the sweat had blurred most of the answers. He realised it after seeing a question whose answers he had noted down and couldn’t find anymore.

Being the brightest among the non-clever ones, I strategically sat with people I knew had something in their heads. I was shocked when I copieda whole page and saw this lady crossing some numbers and changing answers. I couldn’t relate to what was crossed or left. I panicked until the supervisor saw me and asked me to switch places. As if that wasn’t enough, she took me to sit with this boy who was clueless about anything, he had a calculator, ruler, rubber and pencil, mathematical set and all new and ready for the paper but nothing in the head. I wish he had substituted what he bought for knowledge.

After the paper, the old lecturer looked at us and smiled with a facial expression saying, see you next year.

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