A story of my mother's (2 of 2): Collegiate phys ed classes.

So on my trip to see my parents last month, my mother was reminiscing about her two phys ed classes that she had to take in college.

The one was tapdancing and your final was to create a routine and do it in front of everyone in the gym as they sat on the gym bleachers, and midway through her routine, she forgot what she was doing.

So, she ended up getting a B.

With her other class, it was badminton, and the first day of class they timed you as you banged the birdie up against the wall as fast as you could and kept it going in the air for as long as you could.

Then, the last day of class, they timed you again, and your improvement was your grade.

Only, she was really good at it the first day of class and was like right up at the top of the class, and so her time didn't really improve by the end of the class.

"So, I got a B again," she was like.

And, she said that if she had known the way they would grade, she would have been better off pretending not to know what she was doing on the first day of class, so then she would have seemed like she had room to improve, and then she could have done just what she had done on her final, only it would have come off better in comparison and she would have gotten a better grade.

"Sounds about right," my dad was like.