There was a university in New England where the students operated a “bank” of term papers and other homework assignments. There were papers to suit all needs. Since it would look odd if an undistinguished student suddenly handed in a brilliant essay, there were papers for an A grade, B grade, and C grade.
One student, who had spent the weekend on more “extra-curricular pursuits” went to the bank, and as his course was a standard one, he took out a paper for an inconspicuous C. He then retyped it and handed the work in. In due course, he received it back with the professor’s comments.
“I wrote this paper myself twenty years ago. I always thought it was worth an A and now I’m pleased to give it one!”