College Notebook [Blog] of Mycroft Holmes

[MYCROFT HOLMES]

February 8, 2012

I found my old college journal in a box of notebooks this morning. It was weird. And slightly amusing. Any interesting stories or ones I don't remember writing, I'll most likely publish here. Hey, why not?

Oh. And for your amusement. Here's a picture of me when I was in college:

Don't laugh. You know you had that same hair style in the late 1980s too.

Mycroft A. Holmes

[MYCROFT HOLMES]

December 12, 1993

My professor accused me of cheating.

I take offence to that.

Apparently, since I managed to procure an A on his test while everyone else in the class barely managed to obtain a C on the same test, that automatically means I cheated.

Yeah, I take offence to that.

Just because I can hold the information better and make connections unlike the other ingrates in that class doesn't mean I took the time out of my busy schedule to find some method of cheating. Where I sit in the lecture hall makes it nearly physically impossible to correctly stash a cheat sheet or whatever the hell he thinks I used to aid myself on the test.

The professor called me to his office. Explained that he thought I was cheating and that I would be reported and kicked out of the class.

I looked at him calmly, cooly, and explained that I did not in fact cheat on his test and that he could test my ability in any matter he so chose.

So he pulled out another test and put it in front of me. Told me I had an hour to finish the hundred multiple choice questions and twenty short answer [which require around five sentences each in explination].

I finished in forty-two minutes.

I got an A.

Again.

Needless to say, he was not happy with me. Not only had I proven my knowledge of the subject, but I also proved him wrong.

"Don't think this means you're off the hook. If you make one mistake, you're out."

Understood and accepted the challenge.

Don't mess with me.

Mycroft Holmes