When I was in high school, I knew I was failing my physical science class(or whatever it was called). The teacher was bad, I was depressed and being abused at home so I couldn't have cared less about a class that the teacher herself didn't care to teach, so I just didn't bother. I didn't do the work, I didn't turn anything in, I barely paid enough attention to mark down on scantrons for tests.

At our "end of the year" tests, everyone got seated in the lunch room to take theirs. I got my papers and just laid my head down and went to sleep. One of the proctors woke me up and acted like a complete snob(I was 15, I wasn't hurting anyone else or interrupting anyone else, so an adult acting like that IMO is uncalled for), whisper-yelling at me to start my test. I looked her in the eye and then randomly bubbled answers on every question for the side we were on, then laid my head down and went back to sleep.

She woke me up after the break when the next part started and I did the same thing. I think that's the sassiest I've ever been in my entire life. I have never been a nice person when woken up.

Oh, and I shouldn't have even been able to take that test. I just straight-up skipped it, I had gym before my block was scheduled and all the kids who weren't testing went to the gym anyway so I just stayed there and hung out with my best friend. They hyped up the whole time on how the only way you could take a make-up was if you had a family member die or were in the hospital or something, but they still made me take it. I had like a 30 or something in the class, I don't get why the teacher even bothered.