(This occurs in a class of about 60 students, days after the polls closed in the 2008 presidential election.)

Professor: “Who here voted in this election?”

(Nearly every single student raises their hand.)

Professor: “Wow! See, young people really are starting to vote and be involved! I’m impressed.”

Student: “Ma’am? This is a senior level political science class. We’re probably not the best sample group to represent our demographic.”

Professor: “Oh, right.”

(In English class we are shown a picture of a ferocious prehistoric tiger standing in a living room. Our assignment is to describe the beast as if you were there.)

Teacher: “So, what would it smell like?”

Classmate #1: “Foul!”

Teacher: “Yes, but can you be more specific? For all you know, it could be a stuffed animal. Anyone knows how that smells like?”

Classmate #2: “Like an old attic!”

Classmate #3: “Like a nursery home.”

Teacher: “Exactly, like s***!”

(My friends and I are discussing the age of Disney Characters.)

Me: “Prince Eric is 16.”

Friend: “Prince Eric does not look like a 16 year old. If there were 16 year olds that looked like Prince Eric, I would be in jail.”

(I am the only girl in a class of eight people. It is the day of a test.)

Me: *walking into class* “Hey, [Classmate]. Do you have an extra scantron? I forgot mine.”

Classmate #1: “No… Why do you need a scantron?”

Me: “We have a test today. Didn’t you read the syllabus?”

Classmate #1: “No! I never read the syllabus.”

Me: *rolls eyes* “Well, let me see if [Classmate #2] can rescue the both of us.”

Classmate #2: “I’m no help. I don’t even have a pencil with me. Only pens. I completely forgot about the test.”

Me: “You have got to be kidding me.”

(This continues until most of us are in the classroom. It’s three minutes until the bell, and no one has any scantrons. I dash out of the classroom with some cash in hand, nearly running into my teacher as he walks into the classroom.)

Teacher: “What are you running from? You’ll have to take the test eventually!”

Me: “Nobody brought scantrons!”

(I run to the vending machine on first floor. I return a couple minutes later, a pack of scantrons in hand, and begin passing them out.)

Classmate #2: *sheepishly* “Thanks, [My Name]. Do you have an extra pencil too?”

Me: “Sure do. Does anyone else need a pencil?”

(I pass out a couple of pencils and finally settle in my seat.)

Teacher: “Now that [My Name] has already upped all of you by being the only put-together person in this room, who wants to take this test?”

(The room collectively groans/whimpers as the teacher passes out the tests. The incident is still a running joke among us. Every time we have a test, I don’t panic if I forget a scantron because they all owe me one!)

(In choir, the conductor stops a song and turns to my section, the altos, to tell us something about what we’re singing. Altos are the lower of the two higher, typically female, voice parts.)

Conductor: “Okay, lower lady parts!”