Come into the exam wearing a pair of birkenstocks, and nothing else.
Similar to the way a detective might be rewarded for catching alot of criminals. Try to get the instructor to let them stay, be persuasive. Play frisbee with a friend at the other side of the room. From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Of course, you're welcome to bring her in to be tested. What worries me is that if that were the case, police officers might tend to give out more tickets than necessary only to reach their "ticket quota".
The woman's pupils were dilated, her lips wet with the juice of it. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge on the River Kwai. This is a paragraph of text that could go in the sidebar. Morgan, Alice, Scarlet, Georgia, Arcadia, and Katharine. It's not God, you know, but mothers who are supposed to notice every sparrow's fall.
Tell the instructor to expect a percentage of the profits if they are allowed to stay. Complete the exam with everything you write being backwards at a 90 degree angle. Besides, if I object, he might think I'm crazy or inappropriate or simply not nice. His nostrils are dark holes, like another pair of eyes looking me over. There is an exception for people with really really wide feet. He has longish sandy hair, a flaccid face smooth as a girl's, narrow shoulders, a sloping stomach. Please rate the joke between one and ten, with ten being the funniest. Already the twelve-year-old had been turned into a story.