Exam ASSistant
Josh Jones was still drunk from the night before when he showed up for his shift at Aurorium Hall. Whose bright idea was it to schedule a chemistry exam at eight in the morning? He probably would have bailed if he hadn’t been clubbing so close by. Took less time to get to work than to get home. For once in his life, he was actually early.
Proctoring was a good job—well, not a good job, but certainly one he wanted to hold on to. One hundred bucks a pop, and all he had to do was hang around an exam room for three or four hours and make sure nobody cheated.
Not that he particularly cared if college kids cheated on their exams. As far as Josh was concerned, cheating was one of many ways to get ahead in life. He made the mistake of sharing this philosophy with a random co-wor
