The Myth.

There was a woman who lived in Ohio and who emigrated from a south sea Island. She went to high school and university.  She wrote her exams and she graduated. She was so pleased. She had a son and he followed accordingly. He was soo afraid of disappointing his mother and father that he spent a lot of time preparing and studying. He went to school in Ohio all of his life.  He went to high school and to university. He graduated as well but when his mother heard about some of his results, she started a myth.  The myth was that the old governor of Ohio helped or protected her son all of his life. However, its not as if the son wrote " I believe in the syllabus"  and then walked out of his exams without actually answering the question. He did believe in the syllabus and demonstrated his belief by showing up for class, participating in the tutorials and studying accordingly. There was no one  helping him to write the answers in the exam book and anything, including google di google di goop, could have risen up out of his pen and stood on the paper. That was her son and if he had walked out of school with something on his syllabus that reflected the one line answer such as " I believe in the syllabus", the school would have made sure that it reflected in his final grades. You could always get an exam copy; right? There were no favorites of any kind regardless of race. He was just another student capable of studying the faces and symbols on the coins provided by the professors in the syllabus. The coins and their design are pretty constant because they are used throughout the entire system for everything that we call sacred such as a sprite, fanta, a pepsi or a box of milk. They need systemic recognition. He answered accordingly.