You call this a test?

I knew I was in trouble when after seeing the first two questions, it occurred to me that I must have studied the wrong chapters or I was in the wrong class or my mind had been snatched and replaced with somebody else's, somebody who had not been in class writing every word down so as to be sure that she wouldn't be caught off guard at the next test when faced with questions that seemed to have nothing in common with the course subject matter. But no, a few questions on and the laughably simplistic ones roll in like mist onto a beach as back and forth we go between obscure, trivial sidenotes that only the photographic memory idiot genius freaks would remember and the questions that you'd know the answers to if you simply read the course description in the calendar.

He seems to think that everyone is either a bone brain-dead moron or someone who can recite the entire textbook at will. No in-between regular reasonably intelligent human beings who try to understand the basic concepts of the lectures and readings - oh no, we don't take kindly to that sort round here. Saddle up to multiplechoiceville or skedaddle on back to those wussy courses where you actually have an idea what kinds of things might be asked on a test - like something learned in a lecture or a concept explained in one of them there, what you call, textbook deals.

This is almost getting to be a fun game, in a warped, twisted sister way. I'm actually kind of looking forward to the next test so I can catch a glimpse of what it is he thinks he's been trying to teach us. The fact that it doesn't in the slightest resemble anything I recall from the experience only keeps it interesting. But never mind, in the immortal words of those saucy cheerleader types, I say bring it on. This time, I'm ready for you big guy.