<p>This goes back to the mid-70s, I think May of 1974.</p>
<p>I had a history final on the last day of exams in May, in the last time slot, which I believe was 2:00 p.m. to 5:00 p.m. The town was emptying out for the summer. This was a large (100+) lecture class with sections. The professor would not change the exam date or time. He wouldn't be there himself, as U policy did not allow a professor to proctor his own exams. This exam was in a class that, because I had been told by my TF, I had a "locked" B+, based on my grades on the midterm and various papers. However, I had to take the final. (I also knew the material pretty well.)</p>
<p>The morning of the final I loaded up my car with all my possessions to go home for the summer and then went to the house of some friends to help them move out. A few beers were involved. It was a beautiful, warm day. The final was being given in a large, old-style lecture hall. On the way to the exam I was walking past a store. I couldn't help myself - I purchased a 6 pack of beer and placed it in a brown paper bag. I sat way in the back, above the aisle, and took the exam sipping beers, coughing each time I opened a can.</p>
<p>4 beers and two bluebooks later, I was on my way. The other 2 beers helped me through the drive home.</p>
<p>Yes, I did get my B+. I don't tell this story to my children.</p>