It was Final philosophy paper at the final year of the Bachelor’s program. Everyone sweating caffeine after having read volumes of detailed books to prepare. Lecturer saunters in. A hush falls, interrupted only by the nervous clicking of pens and swish of answer sheets being handed out.
The examiner hands out the question paper. A single A4 sheet with a single line printed on it.
“If this is a question, answer it.”
Dumbfounded silence, nervous sideways glances and the thudding of heads on desks. And then,
“You may begin.”
A flurry of writing of pages upon pages proving why indeed the question was or was not a question according to this theorem or that philosopher.
Except for one student. He folds his arms, taps his pen on his lips thoughtfully, looks up, and writes meticulously a single line:
“If this is an answer, mark it.”
Hands his paper in and walks out. Receives the highest grade in the class. Wins at life.