Congratulations!

In the class that I despised so much (MassArt didn't have grades, it was Pass/Fail) I was given an incomplete after all the work I did. I was absolutely furious, and as the guy had decided not to teach any more, I had to call his office to get through to him. When I finally reached him, after winning his receptionist over to my side, it turned out he had mistaken me for someone else entirely, and I had actually passed the class just fine!

That was the one time people at my dorm ever saw me truly angry, and they all hid in their rooms and shut the doors!