Pancakes and Sanskrit

I saw my friend Guillermo today and he asked what I'd been up to lately. I told him I'm stressing out about money. He laughed and said that's normal, everybody's doing that. At least I'm in the popular crowd.

Anyway, I got a 52 (out of a possible 100 points) on my Dynamics of Mass Media and Communication midterm exam. I knew I had done badly because as soon as the exam was passed out, all I could do was stare helplessly at the five essay questions as the fleeting information escaped through my hair follicles. The rest of the class was busy scribbling, filling in their blank pages and I wondered, "What the hell are they writing??" Here is an example of one of the questions and my answer:

Yes, it's pretty comical, but at least I wrote something and got half credit. 

The only good news about this is because I wasn't the only one who performed poorly (Thanks Emily and Mimi), my teacher offered us a chance to gain 20 more points. This will bring my grade up to an F+, so that's good. In order to gain said extra credit, we have to present in front of the class in a 5 minute Powerpoint type presentation, the correct answer to the question we got deducted from the most. 

Well, you see, this would be okay if, when the teacher explained the answer in class, it didn't translate in my head to this:

"So when a rating of purple hats circles one percent of chicken feet 

you get pancakes because a house equals Sanskrit out of say a million"

I guess I know what I'll be doing on my Labor Day vacation while the rest of America is drinking beer and grilling hot dogs.