Finally something I have a good answer for. It was my freshman year of college and I had a big anthropology test the next day at 9am that wouldve decided whether or not i passed the class so I was kinda stressed out about it. I had been studying like crazy so I was pretty hopeful i'd get at least a B. It was also "thirsty thursday", which I always took advantage of and i would always skip that class Friday morning due to the hangover. I told my best bud I couldn't drink wit him this time because I actually had an important test but he convinced me to take a shot with him. Ok just one. Next thing I know it's 11am Friday and the bottle of sailor jerry he had just bought is completely empty. I was still drunk when I woke up and frantically concocted an email to my professor saying I had been offered a ride to class by an acquaintance, got the shit kicked out of me, had all my money and possessions stolen from me, dropped miles away from campus, and the reason I was emailing her now was because it took me hours to hike back to my dorm room. She responded very concerned about my situation and said I could come to her office to take it later in the day. I showed up and she handed me the test and told me to take it in another office adjacent to hers that was empty at the time. I couldmt believe my luck so I just Googled every answer on my phone and ended up getting a 98%. Still don't know how I missed that 2%