Not Knowing The Answer Is The Answer

(I’m in high school Spanish. In general, I’m a good student and I get good grades, but I’m not great at Spanish, and I’m not prepared for this quiz we’re about to have. The teacher hands out the quizzes, and says to raise our hands when we’re done so she can collect them and we can start working on an in-class activity. After about two minutes, I raise my hand to turn in my quiz.)

Classmate: “D***! How did you finish so fast?”

Me: “Because I don’t know any of the answers.”

(My quiz was mostly blank. Staring at it wasn’t going to make me suddenly speak Spanish!)