Why Professors Shouldn’t Call On Me

I was in class on a Tuesday when the professor decided to call on me. I hadn’t exactly read the cases, but I had skimmed through them enough so that I was able to bullshit my answers. That’s not the story though. You see, the following class period, a Thursday, he decided to ask me some question about whatever it was that I was supposed to read. I didn’t take to kindly to this:

Prof: Mr. Coffee, [some inane question about the material from two days ago]?
NDC: Umm, [flips through casebook looking for something resembling an answer] I actually don’t have a clue.
Prof: You don’t remember?
NDC: Yeah, that was like two days ago. A lot has happened since then.
Class: [Laughter]
Prof: That wasn’t “like” two days ago, that was exactly two days ago.
NDC: Give or take.
Prof: The reason I ask you is [something about the answer leading into his next point] and to make sure you’re paying attention.
NDC: Oh. [pause] Fair enough. [Goes back to fucking around online]