My freshman year went pretty well
My freshman year went pretty well, I’d lost my virginity, been introduced to group sex, and gone to Ft. Lauderdale for an X-rated spring break. I was doing well in my class work, too, having made the dean’s list my first semester and expected to the second. But, I overslept on the morning of my sociology exam and arrived over an hour late for the three hour final. My heart sank because my professor had a reputation of being Mister By-the-Rules. And, the rules were, you turn in your assignments on schedule and you take your exams on schedule or you get an F. No makeups. No excuses. When time expired, I’d only completed about two thirds of the exam. I went to see my professor to plead my case. He held to his position …