At this point, the math was no longer on my side. An "A" was out of the question, and now so was a "B" and, even more disturbing, a "C." My only chance to pass the class was to do brilliantly from there on out. This time, I even did some studying before the test.
And it paid off. Instead of failing, I actually passed the next test.
Not by a lot, and certainly not by enough to make up the previous grades. Regardless of how well I did on the final exam, the math told me I would get an "F" in the course.
So I started thinking "outside the box," trying to figure out what, other than math, might save me.
What about that urban legend where, if your roommate died in college, you'd automatically get an "A" for your classes? Would the same thing apply if one of my classmates kicked the bucket? There was that one jerk in my class who liked to get drunk and drive around a lot; might there be a chance the law of averages would catch up with him before exam week?
Or maybe I could bribe or blackmail the teacher somehow?
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