Playing the Game
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The setting is OSU about six or seven years ago in a huge lecture hall during 
a Chem final. 

This Chem teacher wasn't well liked since he would stand at the front of the 
class and yell how much time was remaining before the end of a test, a real 
charmer. Since he was so busy gallivanting around the room making sure that 
nobody cheated and that everyone was aware of how much time they had left 
before their failure on the test was complete, he had the students stack the 
completed tests on the huge podium at the front of the room. 

This made for quite a mess, since there were nearly 1000 students in the 
class.  During this final, a student entered the test needing a decent grade 
to pass the class. His only problem was that he did poorly when rushed, and 
this ass standing in the front of the room barking out how much time was left 
didn't help him at all. He had to get a good grade, so he hardly flinched 
when the professor said, "Pencils down and submit your Scantron sheets and 
put them on the pile at the front of the room." 

Five minutes turned into ten, ten into twenty, twenty into forty...almost an 
hour after the test was "officially over," our friend finally put down the 
pencil, gathered up his work, and headed to the front of the hall to submit 
his final. The whole time, the professor sat at the front of the room, 
strangely waiting for the student to complete his exam.  

"What do you think you're doing?" the professor asked as the student stood 
in front of him about to put down his exam on one of the neatly stacked piles 
of exams (the professor had had plenty of time to stack the mountain of 
papers while he'd waited).  It was clear that the professor had waited only 
to give the student a hard time. 

"Turning in my exam," retorted the student confidently. "I'm afraid I have 
some bad news for you," the professor gloated, "Your exam is an hour late. 
You've FAILED it and, consequently, I'll see you next term when you repeat 
my course." 

The student smiled slyly and asked the professor, "Do you know who I am?" 

"What?" replied the professor gruffly, annoyed that the student showed no 
sign of emotion. 

The student rephrased the question mockingly, "Do you know what my name is, 
SIR?" 

"NO!" snarled the professor. The student looked the professor dead in the 
eyes and said slowly, "I didn't think so," as he lifted up one of the stacks 
halfway, shoved his test neatly into the center of the stack, let the stack 
fall burying his test in the middle, turned around, and walked casually out 
of the huge lecture hall.