or, How Ned Got a "D" in Advanced Placement Maths,
was denied admission to a top-tier college and spent the rest of his life happily pursuing his dreams.
The mid-term exam, Miss Wilson asserted, would count fully one-third on the final grade. Be prepared! Of course, Ned was prepared. He was, as he was fond of saying, born ready.
The big morning came and the students discovered that the teacher had written the test on the whiteboard in blue marker. There were five problems and a forty-minute time allotment. Ned went to work, scanned each problem and decided to begin with number three. He also cheerfully worked numbers one, four, and five, leaving number two for last because he thought he saw a trick in it.
When Ned lifted his head to copy problem number two, he discovered that Miss Wilson had erased all her work from the board. "Ma'am," he said, "I haven't done one of those problems yet, and now it is gone."
"One would think," the teacher said, "that you would have written it down before this; you had plenty of time to do so,"
"Yeah, well. I left the second one to last, and I still have plenty of time."
"Your failure to be organized is not my crisis."
"Oh, well. Doesn't matter whether I get an "A" or a "C." It's all the same anyway."
The instructor strode down the aisle, stopped at Ned's desk, and with her marker scrawled a huge "F" on his test paper. "That's not fair," Ned whined.
"Perhaps it will teach you to get your act together, show a little respect."
"Okay, then, if you can live with yourself, I can live with it," remarked the lad.
"Remove yourself from this room immediately! Go to Mr. Devon's office; I will meet you there as soon as the bell rings!