Trusting Instructor
During my final math exam, I had a powerful urge to use the bathroom. I told the prof, assuring him there was no cheating, just biology. He looked dubious but said it would be okay. I went to bathroom, worried he might not trust me. I returned and finished the exam, eventually acing the course.
I told the prof, assuring him there was no cheating, just biology. I returned and finished the exam, eventually acing the course. I went to bathroom, worried he might not trust me. He looked dubious but said it would be okay. During my final math exam, I had a powerful urge to use the bathroom.