I dream that it’s the last day of school, as usual it’s a Saturday and, as usual, I’m planning to quit before graduation. But why not hang out in the classroom for one more day?

Dear old philosophy teacher hands out exam sheets. Everybody is panicking except me, I haven’t studied but who cares? My friend M., worried about me, shows me her sheet, I copy it lazily making sure to add some mistakes.

The exam is divided in two parts, “boy” and “girl”. The teacher takes away the “boy” sheet as soon as it’s finished, to grade it. I tackle the “girl” sheet and I’m amazed to realize the questions are about web design and so I can answer most of them. The teacher brings back the first sheet, graded 80/100. He compliments me.

I’m a bit proud of myself now, I really want to finish the second sheet, but my alarm rings.