does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered,
1 Cor. 13:5
A fish wrapped in newspaper and tied with brown string appeared in my mailbox today. Granted, ’twas a paper fish, on the back of which was a note to me. Yet I want to affirm publicly the vast creativity of the note-giving. At first I wondered at the folded-up newspaper; then I wondered at the fish; then it all came together and I offer the sender my highest form of praise: a zipper and a strike-anywhere match. Only for the most brilliant.
To counterpoint that exciting discovery, I learned that the average for the exam I took yesterday (and felt bad, but not horrible about) has an average of 30. Yes, 30/100. The high score, I kid you not, was 66; five people got 60 or above, and 14 people got 44 or above — this is out of a class of 90 students — where 45 is passing. For the sake of Pete, I ask you: what’s gone wrong when 15% of the class passes the exam? I have no words.
Ian suggested that perhaps I had insinuated myself, by some miracle into the elite corps of greater-than-or-equal-to 45%, and I laughed hysterically. Uncontrollably. This based on the knowledge that I finished maybe two of the four questions with 10 minutes left in the exam (this time, I didn’t panic). I focused on the two higher-scoring problems, but they were hard and although I could do them I needed more time. I needed to think through all the relationships, access the correct subroutines, implement them, and check the results. No time, no time to think. Ha! Oh, good wheeze, Professor. This is so outrageous, it’s a laugh. Ha! Ha! Ha!