Reasons Why I Missed the Final

I overslept.

I had a party Tuesday, so I couldn't make the test Tuesday.

My goldfish died.

I had 12 other finals that day, and could only study for 2.

I had to go to church.

I ran out of Thorazine, and the voices told me to miss the exam.

I am God. I don't have to take this test.

It was the same time as my sex therapy.

My boyfriend asked me to make him a second cup of coffee.

The grocery store was out of coffee.

There was no dexadrine on the streets.

I had to study.

You see, I set my watch two hours ahead of time, so I'd be there on time, but I didn't have time to get there.

My adolescence got the best of me.

I don't have the money to buy the book yet.

The lights were too bright.

The naked city was getting to me.

I had to go to confession.

My mother is a paraplegic, and I had to stay by the phone.

I was participating in a daytime sleep study.

The big guy on the corner beat me up.

What final?

You never told us we had to take tests.

I thought if you had a C you didn't have to take the final.

All my BICs ran out of ink.

My bike had a flat.

My grandmother died. (When?. 1974...)

Post-traumatic stress syndrome: I got orange juice all over my notes.

I dropped my book.

I lost my book.

What book?

My dog chewed up my notes.

I didn't know we were having a test that day.

My goat had kids.

My cat had puppies.

The guy in the third row has been making passes at me

I just got married.

I just got divorced.

The library was closed for fumigation.

I thought I dropped this class.

I am going to drop this course.

I missed two classes and couldn't get the notes.

I forgot today was Tuesday.

I forgot this month was May.

I forgot what year this is.

Is this finals week?

My computer was down.

I'm too depressed.

I woke up that day with a "personal illness."

I was visiting my parents in Zimbabwe.

My herpes was acting up.

I'm a conscientious objector.

Aw, shit.

I'm here to learn, not to make good grades.

Tests are a needless tool of this competative, capitalistic society.

Tests stiffle creativity.

I was in jail.

Tests are an artificial stratification of the learning process.

I don't have to prove to you that I know it.

Who are you to test me?

I believe in other ways of evaluating students' progress.

I'd rather take a make-up.

I have agraphia and need to take the test orally.

How can tests hope to measure the innate, intrinsic worth of a human person?

I was in a bar.

I was in an AA meeting.

My boyfriend (mother, father, aunt, dog) forgot to remind me.

The guy in the first row has been asking me if my beard tickles.

I had to wait at home for the cable operator to install HBO.

I was locked in the bathroom.

I got lost.

I was saved.

I decided to enter a nunnery.

I just discovered I'm hermaphroditic, and I'm having an identity crisis.

I just discovered my mother was a necrophiliac, and I'm having an identity crisis, but it's OK because she's dead

I just discovered my father was into bestiality, and I'm having an identity crisis.

Oh my God, I'm not having an identity crisis!

I died.

I've been here too long.