When your professor assigns a random quiz and backs it up with: “It’s in the syllabus”
Read the syllabus. You’re better safe than sorry.
Picture this:
You're in the Hall of Languages. Tick tock. The class clock runs as slow as a Dunkin' Donuts fueled Tapingo driver. These drivers– a lot of them fellow classmates–always have a torrid time handing over hot food, yet I digress.
The chamber of boredom
Striking the hour mark, you're now in the safe haven of the impending end of class. You're forced to simmer down and pucker up, merely tolerating the remnant of jargon-filled ramblings. At this point, all class members have telepathically agreed not to raise hands (conscientiously) so you daydream.
Then out of nowhere, the rambler unloads a cleverly timed bombshell. It's every bit as deafening as it is bemusing. The panic hooks your heartbeat as the teacher consoles: 'It's in the syllabus.'
If you look close enough, you might spot a grim grin widen across her sadistic face. The cheek.
Just look at them mocking you
An eerie shriek governs the atmosphere as her smirk grows ever wider, grooming in confidence. She hands out the white quiz sheets sadistically probing the distressed faces in the class. "You should see the look on your faces" she giggles inwards, her face stone cold.
Knowing you haven't been to that particular class in like the last three weeks, you decide to wing it but as you breeze past the printed dark ink, a dissociation occurs which is then followed by a rude awakening. An epiphany. A realization.
This whole time, she was well aware. Aware that the thin sheet of paper handed out in the first week was shelved immediately you got back to your room and decided to tailgate for the easy first-fixture football game.
It's all downhill from here
She also knew that no sane 'Cuse undergrad would undergo the hassle that comes with navigating blackboard to download a poorly designed word document. Especially one that looks as ancient as Egyptian hieroglyphs.
Now she's got you. Locked under her spell, stuck in her sticky web. The good ol' trick works all the time so don't be disheartened at your rookie mistake. Being the latest victim, you have to treasure the moment and learn from hindsight so that the next professor would know that you're above the oldest trick in the book. READ THE SYLLABUS.
College 101.