When I got to algebra class today, as it turns out, the professor was out talking to the person who happened to be in charge of Xeroxing the tests. She'd owned up to the blunder.

So, as my luck had it, the old test doesn't even count. We re-took it today, with that being the only thing that we did today besides going over a different approach to solving inequalities. With that new approach in mind, I set off to this test…that, and a borrowed TI-83 calculator.

To put things simply, I'm much more confident about this test. Even my head cold didn't get in the way. ^___^

I seriously can't believe I actually did this, but when we were taking the algebra test today, the teacher had to leave the room for something or another.  Well, as I was working on my test, nose in the scratch paper and punching the sticky buttons on a sight-impaired calculator (so I borrowed one, sue me) I noticed a lot of chatter going on around and behind me (mostly behind).

I didn't bother trying to look around and see just what it was; I was focused on trying to get this thing done right so that I didn't get a complete fail on the test.  Well, I hope I didn't.  I'd done my work honest-like and so I had made the effort.

As I finished the last problem I noticed why the snickering and consipiatorial noises behind me.  As I turned the page, trying to see the last page of the thing, there was, big as life and plain as day—

The answer key.

I freaked.

Well, now I knew why there was all that racket.  A lot of people obviously weren't nearly as honest.  (And now I knew why someone had finished in a record ten minutes.)

I didn't mention it aloud.  Instead in the Scantron 'name' blank I scribbled in the tiniest print I could manage:
zOMG key on last page?!

Dashed out as fast as I could get away with and not look suspicious.  Homigods, what a mess