They pop in your face
My student was frantic. She was hyperventilating. It was the evening before our calculus exam and she had called me at home.
“I really, really need your help! This has me totally confused, Mr. Z!” (This was before I earned my doctorate in truthology.)
I tried to calm her down.
“I have no idea why you're so worried, Monica. You've been doing fine all semester. There's no reason to panic.”
She wasn't buying it. The words tumbled out.
“Yes, I know, and I was feeling okay until this afternoon. But then I talked to Jay. I had a doctor's appointment this morning and missed your review session, so I asked Jay what you had covered. He told me you introduced a whole new way of doing Riemann sums and that it would be on the exam!”
I sniffed a rat. Jay was a good student, but also a high-spirited prankster and class clown. I suspected the worst.
“Okay. Well, what exactly did Jay say?”
Monica had just about caught her breath. She paused a couple of seconds and then reported her conversation with Jay.
“He said that we didn't have to do Riemann sums with rectangles when we're trying to approximate area. He said we can use different shapes. He said you were going to ask us to do Riemann sums with circles. Because, you know, you can fill up a space with circles and add up their area, just like with rectangles. And then take a limit, I guess.”
I was glad we weren't face to face, because I had a huge grin on mine. Jay was a little bastard, but he was a clever one.
“Okay, you can calm down, Monica. There will be no Riemann circles on the exam. No such thing, actually. He made it all up. He probably thought you would call him on it, but I guess he made it sound realistic enough that you fell for it. We'll have a Riemann sum with rectangles, but no other shapes. Okay?”
There was silence at the other end of the phone for several seconds.
“For real? That was his idea of a joke?”
“Well, I guess so. Though I doubt you find it all that funny.”
“I'm going to kill the little creep the next time I see him! I swear!”
“No, Monica, don't do that. It would be bad if you killed a classmate on the day of an exam. It would probably rattle the other students. Tell you what: Don't say anything to him, okay? Leave it to me.”
“What are you going to do, Mr. Z?”
“It'll be a surprise. Okay?”
Monica agreed not to kill, abuse, or otherwise assail Jay in class the next morning. Her initial outrage had already faded and she was almost giddy with relief that she didn't have to learn something entirely new on the eve of the exam. Besides, I had told her to leave things to me. An authority figure had stepped in.
There was the usual amount of pre-exam anxiety in the classroom the next morning. Student attendance was high and most of them arrived early. Jay was sporting a big grin as he sat at his desk, but Monica refused to let him catch her eye, although he kept looking across the room at her. He had not confessed to his crime and Monica had not confronted him. There was a bit of buzzing in Monica's neighborhood and I figured her friends in the class were aware of the scare he had given her, but the murmuring died away as I pulled the stack of calculus exams from my briefcase.
I delivered my usual patter as I strolled down the aisles and dropped an exam face-down on each desk. (Please read each problem. Check your solutions for reasonableness. Don't dawdle over any particular problem.) I reached Jay's desk, but he didn't notice that I dealt his exam from the bottom of the deck.
Everyone had an exam now. I returned to the front of the room.
“Okay, everybody. Turn your exam over and please fill in your name right now. Then please check that you have all five pages.”
Students scribbled their names and began to riffle the pages. Jay turned the pages of his exam until his eye fell on the Riemann sum problem. He froze.
They say that people's eyes can bulge out of their sockets when they're shocked, but I never thought I'd see it outside of a Tex Avery cartoon. Jay, however, did his best impression. “Oh, my God!”
All heads swiveled in his direction. Jay brandished his exam at me.
“Mr. Z! How I am supposed to do this problem?”
I smiled at him.
“I don't know, Jay. But since you told Monica last night that we were doing Riemann circles, I thought you'd like to demonstrate the technique.”
The class burst into laughter. Jay shot a guilty look at Monica, who was clapping her hands, and a sickly smile formed on his face. The class settled down and got to work, punctuated by the occasional chuckle, as I walked over to Jay's desk and swapped his bogus exam for the real one.
I think it was one of those teachable moments.