Bobby and I were taking algebra from, I can't remember; anyway, there was no way that we could pass the exam. We hardly studied at all and somehow just could not get it as much as we tried which was not much. We did show up in class, however. Those were days when you went to class or it was going to be tough on you because the teacher called your parents. We came up with the idea of stealing the exam. We figured they ran them off on the old memograph machine. Rememer those? They all had this blue ink and you turned this handle and cranked them out. All we had to do was get in the copying room. So, at night we came over back of the school, found a ladder, conveniently laying around, climbed into the second floor. Sure enough there they were: the algebra exams, all two pages. We are homefree.

The exam was the next day and we could go for it. One page was a bunch of questions that we could look up in the back of the book: I think this was Algebra one and the first page had to do with rules. The second page was made up of nothing but problems that had to be worked. Help! We stayed up all night and looked up the first page in the back of the book where the answers were. We couldn't work the problems even though we had the book. What to do?

Time for school. Well, we at least could get half of it right. On the questions page, we got all of them right and missed all the second page because we couldn't work the problems. Guess what? We failed under a cloud of suspicion.