The semester is almost over; this week and next are IT. Monday and Tuesday are finals, and I’ve been sitting here writing a final exam for the past several hours. There’s one included in the teacher’s folder but it’s not good enough.

My students are absolutely awesome people. They’ve worked hard and they’ve been a treat and a joy to work with. I love them. I want their final exam to be a true reflection of what they’ve learned from this class. They deserve no less from me.

That’s why I always make up my own tests. Sometimes, they’re more difficult than the template tests. Sometimes, they’re not quite as difficult. They always address the subject matter completely. I’ve found too many mistakes, spelling errors, stupid useless questions, nonsense, and typos in the stock tests. I just don’t trust them.

I have my own ways. I’m set in them. And my ass is so big, whatever I’m setting it on you don’t wanna mess with.

Not without a crowbar and a stiff drink.