“…meaning to pass the ‘so what?’ test”
– Ms. Boms
“…meaning to pass the ‘so what?’ test”
– Ms. Boms
“NEXT TEST TUE 11/3
NEXT TEST TUE 11/12
NEXT TEST TUE 11/27”
– Mr. P-yooson
“pop test!”
– Mr. BurnFur
“‘oh Yes!’ said bill. “you always use a pencil on these Tests.'”
– from a book
::talking about giving back a test::
“no! I don’t want you to learn anything from it”
– Dr. OldNBald
::talking about the tests that he gives to us, which most of us fail::
“I like to make you think”
– Dr. OldNBald
“I spent the whole weekend grading tests and quizzies”
– Dr. OldNBald
COLLEGE PROFESSOR (to dumb football player): “Look, Mike, I’ll give you an easy test. Let’s say I take 7 apples from 12 apples. What’s the difference?”
FOOTBALL PLAYER: “That’s what I say, Prof, what’s the difference?”
PROFESSOR (to biology class): “If you should have a question at any time during the test, just raise your hand. That should allow enough blood to drain from your arm to your brain, so that you can solve your problem on your own.
Mary: How did you do with the test questions?
Ed: I did fine with the questions. It’s the answers I had trouble with.
Sister: Well, how did you do on that math test yesterday?
Brother: I only got one problem wrong.
Sister: That’s great! How many problems were there?
Brother: Twenty.
Sister: So you got nineteen out of twenty right?
Brother: No. I couldn’t do the other nineteen!
A blonde is taking the driving portion of her driver’s license exam. She handles most of the maneuvers quite well.
She has a little trouble parallel parking, however, and winds up a couple of feet from the curb.
“Could you get a little closer?” the examiner asks.
The blonde then unbuckles her seat belt and slides over toward the examiner.
“Now what?”
An eccentric philosophy professor gave a one question final exam after a semester dealing with a broad array of topics.
The class was already seated and ready to go when the professor picked up his chair, plopped it on his desk and wrote on the board: “Using everything we have learned this semester, prove that this chair does not exist.”
Fingers flew, erasers erased, notebooks were filled in furious fashion. Some students wrote over 30 pages in one hour attempting to refute the existence of the chair. One member of the class however, was up and finished in less than a minute.
Weeks later when the grades were posted, the rest of the group wondered how he could have gotten an A when he had barely written anything at all.
His answer consisted of two words: “What chair?”
Cal: How do you know the math teacher, Ms. Valentine, likes you?
Sal: Likes me? She loves me! Look at the hugs and kisses on my math test.
Father: “A fool can ask more questions than a wise man can answer.”
Son: “No wonder I flunked my final exam!”