Perhaps, it's time I should undertaking some post-grad work!
Reminds me of when I was in college. I wrote my term paper for Sociology on "Drug Habits of College Students". Did a great deal of first-hand research for that one! After I had turned it in late to the prof, he asked me to see him after class to discuss it. He said he found it quite interesting, and that he was especially interested in the conclusions I had drawn, which he thought were quite perceptive, and wanted to further discuss the paper with me to clarify certain points.
Midway through our discussion, I started disagreeing with him on several points, and he said, if I understand what you are saying correctly, then what you are saying now is not consistent with the conclusions you drew in your paper. I said that is right, because after 5 days on amphetamines with no sleep, I started hallucinating and had a psychotic episode at a party, and freaked out everyone there before I passed out and woke up 2 days later. But not before I had gone over as much of the paper as I had written up to that point with my GF, read her my notes, and explained the conclusions I had drawn to her, as she had volunteered to type up the finish for me.
But before we could finish the paper, her roommates' friends all showed up ad started their party. We took a break from the paper, I consumed more drugs, had a few drinks, and had a break from reality. They said I put on quite a performance of sorts, before all the alternately fascinated and shocked crowd of rather straight-laced friends of her roommates. They said one moment I had them all laughing with my hilarious antics, and merrymaking, the next was regaling them with stories so dramatic, that I shed a few tears in the telling of them, and then I was shocking them with bizarre, hysterial behavior and insane remarks. In the midst of my hysteria, quite suddenly, I passed out, and woke up 2 days later with no memory of events.
Meanwhile, I told him, my GF had finished writing the paper, had completely misunderstood my conclusions, and, therefore, the paper was almost the reverse of what I really thought. Since it was already due earlier that day, I had no choice but to turn it in immediatley, as written. He looked at me quite astonished, and said, "That's the wildest excuse for turning in a paper late that I have ever heard in 20 years of teaching! You know I find your story quite hard to believe, but if it is true, then I am afraid I am going to have to fail you, and you will have to repeat the course."
I looked him in the eye, gave him my biggest grin, and said, "You're too smart for me, Prof!! I really thought I had you going there. Can't put anything over on you!! Got to run now, the GF's waiting, but I really enjoyed your course. Really wonderful course!! I'm almost sorry I won't be taking it again. Thanks again for the A on my paper! Bye now!!" He laughed, and I was out the door, as fast as I could move.