Someone told me the following story.
It was the final examination for an introductory English course at the
local university. The examination was two hours long, and exam booklets
were provided to a students crowd. The professor was very strict and told the class that
any exam that was not on his desk in exactly two hours would not
be accepted and the student would fail.
A half hour into the exam,
a student came rushing in and asked the professor for an exam booklet.
"You're not going to have time to finish this," the professor stated
sarcastically as he handed the student a booklet.
"Yes I will," replied the student.
He then took a seat and began
writing. After two hours, the professor called for the exams, and the
students filed up and handed them in. All except the late student, who
continued writing. A half hour later, the last student came up to the
professor who was sitting at his desk preparing for his next class. He
attempted to put his exam on the stack of exam booklets already there.
"No you don't, I'm not going to accept that. It's late." The student
looked incredulous and angry.
"Do you know who I am?"
"No, as a matter of fact I don't," replied the professor.
"Do you know who I am?" the student asked again.
"No, and I don't care." replied the professor with an air of superiority.
"Good," replied the student, who quickly lifted the stack of completed
exams, stuffed his in the middle, and walked out of the room.