The old beady-eyed moderator in charge of the classroom stared towards the clock at the end of the room as the students furiously scribbled down the remainder of their answers, knowing that time was almost up.
Minutes later, the clock struck a new hour and the exam was over.
“YOUR TIME IS UP!” The grouchy supervisor barked, “Please hand in your papers into a pile on my desk.”
The students quietly got up, breathing sighs of relief as they quickly made a pile of test papers as they filed out of the classroom.
All except for one boy who was still finishing off his last answer. He only finished 20 seconds after the rest of his classmates did, but when he got up to place his exam on the pile, the old man gestured for him to stop.
“Too late,” The old man sneered, “You should’ve handed in your paper earlier.”
The student’s mouth fell agape. This wasn’t fair at all.
He stammered for a moment saying, “Hey, come on, I-I should be allowed to h-hand this in.”
Still, the old man refused.
Then the student said smugly, “Do you even know who I am?”
The old man looked up at him through his glasses, almost astounded by how smug this idiotic boy was acting. “No, I do not,” The moderator replied.
Almost immediately, the student just said, “Good,” as he shoved his paper into the middle of the pile and then ran out of the room.
