Father told the story) he studied in the distant 81st year in the seawalk!Well, they had a guy there, who at all the exams was unrealistically angry with teachers and, naturally, then teachers woefully ripped all the students who passed after him...in general, the guys agreed with him that he would answer the last! Exam (on which a serious commission was to sit) on what the opposite subject in which no one joked... well, the teacher understood the situation, in advance told the guys to learn one ticket,and showed where whose ticket would lie! well and here before the exam, my father hit the line and went to smoke... here this guy, whose teacher so loved, sharply entered the audience instead of my father... approached the table, pulled out the ticket and issued a brilliant phrase before the teacher and the commission "heye, sorry, this is not my ticket..."))) in the commission eyes on the lob, slowly slipped under the table, the students immediately began to prepare for the transfer...