Looking Back

Mike: "Remember back in highschool, when you passed my chemistry exam for me?"

Me: "Haha, Oh ya..."

Mike decided that this was a good time to recount this story to the group of friends:

So [Friend] and I are sitting in a classroom on our own, trying to do the make-up exam to pass the chemistry course. We're both really bad in Grade 11 chemistry (Quebec students graduate from highschool at Grade 11) and we had no idea what to write on the exam we were given.

Thomas then walks into the classroom. He knows we're doing our final tests and there isn't any teacher supervision so he essentially decides to do the test for us. (Chemistry and highschool in general for me were really easy). So he starts listing off the answers in sentences, for us to copy down as he says them.

Our teacher, Mrs. [Teacher], then walks in and sees us two and Thomas. She looks over at him and asks if he's helping us on our tests - Thomas looks over at her confused and says that he wouldn't help us cheat. He then walks over to some containers of magnesium strips and tells her he was just playing around with he chemistry supplies, since it was the last day of classes.... Maybe she bought the excuse or maybe she could have just given less of a fuck (she was pretty awesome that way) but she walks out to another class.
While trying to light magnesium stripes on fire (Ow, my retinas!) Thomas then goes back to dictating the answers to the tests' questions. Because of Thomas, [Friend] and I both managed to pass chemistry.

My reply:

Me: "Hehehe, I'm awesome!"