Or, I guess more like bad professor gets mad because of cow

It was my last Month of University ... normally people would be studying their asses off. Well, me and my friends had different plans.

We were all really pissed off because the head of the English department had suddenly changed his mind about the final—deciding to make it significantly more challenging. We were all furious and wanted to get him back for being such an a-hole.

So, one night we were out with a couple guys at a skanky bar with loads of cheap beer and we all know that cheap beer only brings two things: 1) a fun non-remember-able night (literally) and 2) the worst hangover the next morning. There we were at the bar piss drunk and barely standing.

Out of pure rage, Skye starts telling the guys about our horrible English prof. The guys being as piss drunk as we were, came up with a “brilliant” plan.

Not half a mile from the bar was a farm. We walked there * well partly walked, partly crawled. Then, when we arrived, we made sure no one was looking when we jumped the fence. At the farm there were cows. I bet you can imagine what happened next...yeah.

So we get back to the school somehow with this massive dairy cow. Then we brake into the Enlgish department almost getting caught by Randy the mentally challenged security guard. We cajole the cow up the stairs and leave it tied to a door. Being the nice girl that I am, I left it some cheerios from my dorm.

Now I don’t no if you know this, but it is a known fact that cows can only walk upstairs, but not down!

So the next morning my friends and I awake to a blistering headache (and half an hour late). We jump outta bed and run across campus to the English department for class.

They had obviously found the cow, and as soon as we arrived the cow was being pulled down the stairs with the help of the professors. One of the other profs turned to us and said silently, I think he got the point. This intuitive (cool) prof never told him we did it, though.

Unfortunately, he didn’t change the exam grade, but me and my friends found a way to pass. But that’s a story for another time...