This whole semester, I’ve been taking an Environmental Justice Class at the law school. I ended up forgetting to turn in my paperwork on time – because that’s just how I am, sometimes – so I went from being a cross-enrolled student to being an auditor. Which suits me just fine, frankly, because I don’t need the credits. I still want to take the final, though, as a way to review and consolidate everything, though since I’m not actually enrolled I won’t have access to the final exam website. So earlier today, after the review session, this conversation occurred.
Me: Professor Anderson, um, maybe there’s something wrong with me, but could you maybe send me a copy of the final after everyone’s turned it in so I can do it… for practice?
Professor Anderson: There’s nothing wrong with you, you’re just… very eager. Sure, just remind me.
Me: Also, I’m still going to do the final paper, but I probably won’t start on it until after the break because there’s another paper I want to finish first, and since the due date isn’t a problem, that would be better for me.
Professor Anderson: Okay, that’s where there’s something wrong with you. No – wait – that’s why you’re in academia.