I decide to be a good student, and I pull out all my study materials and put them in a folder, thinking I'll head off to class early and study. Y'know, I still have an hour to study.
So I get to school, hop the shuttle, happily chit-chat about cold weather and knitting to the shuttle bus driver, get to Science Hall, saunter over to my astronamy room...
...and run into someone LEAVING said room.
"Um, what final did you just finish taking?"
"The astronamy final."
"WHAT? When did it start?"
Realize, my friends, I was planning on doing ALL MY STUDYING during this hour before the final. This is why I am a moron.
Luckily, I had until 10:15 to finish the test, and as you can see, I even finished with time to spare. EVEN LUCKIER STILL: Somehow I actually KNEW most of the material. Like, WAY knew it. I don't know how. I kept answering questions going, "Man, I KNOW that. I know THAT, too!!" Sure, there were some that I didn't know at all, and went, "Shoot, whatever." But they were surprisingly few and far between.
THE MORAL OF THIS STORY IS TO NEVER STUDY AND ALWAYS BE LATE AND YOU WILL GO FAR IN LIFE.