Unfiltered Story #301058

Do you know who I am?

I once used the line “Do you know who I am?” to a prof in college . . . and got away with it!

I was taking English 301, and showing up about 2-3 days (of 5) a week . . . though always on Friday, since that was when most people skipped, so the prof tended to do pop quizzes on Friday.

One day as I was leaving class, the prof stopped me, and told me “If you don’t start showing up more often, you’re going to fail!”

I smiled, looked him in the eye, and said “Do you know who I am? . . . I’m <Name>, and I have the highest grade in the class.”

He blinked, and said “oh . . . why didn’t you test out?”

“I did, but I also tested out of (English) 101, and since I don’t have a b or better in 101, the registrar refused to exempt me from 301. So, I had a choice of trying to just pass 301, or trying to pass 101 with a b or better . . . I decided that it was simpler to pass 301, since even a D will do.”

“Oh.”

I passed with an A.

(both of us knew that the registrar was a power-hungry little tin god who routinely abused his position . . . it turned out that the board of directors had become aware of this too, and was building a stone bucket to drop on him. He was <i>allowed to resign</i> immediately after my graduation . . . as in, the next business day, at a special meeting of the board.

I may write that up later – it’s too long for this post.)