Wasted effort

There is always that one lecturer who just doesn’t want students to pass his paper. He would rather be thrown off a bridge than set a paper that is somewhat easy. It doesn’t even have to be easy; but fair for at least half the class to get a pass. This guy wants students to fail so bad that he makes sure no student gets a glimpse of what the paper is about. He takes a trip to Musanze, gets a taxi moto from Musanze town and goes to the mountain, chills with gorillas and sets the paper from there. Even when he is there, he sets the paper at night just to be on the safe side. With all this, students also had to retaliate and prepare for the paper equally hard. Light coloured shirts seemed to be the theme of all students, and most of them were tucked in. Shock struck me when my friend untucked his shirt and he had all the notes in his pants. Some others carried mineral water bottles and on the paper wrapped around the bottle was a quick summary. As if that wasn’t enough, they waited for the exam with a very strategic sitting arrangement; well calculated that everyone will get an answer from a friend or a friend who has copied from another friend. This one guy, Chris, was the mastermind behind this very strategic sitting arrangement. Instead of using his head to remember the right answers, he was too busy finding other ways to pass the exam. But then again, without Chris I guess we would all be doomed! With everything all set and our professor back to Kigali, an invigilator walked into the exam room and announced that the paper was postponed to the next week. You don’t want to know the outburst that came from one chick at the back, “What? After I ruined my shirt with all these notes scribbled on the inside? So I can’t wear it again till next week?” I seriously doubt there will be a next week for her.