[ WP ] You 're a history major . Your final exam is to travel back in time and successfully pass as a normal , everyday citizen . It 's not going well .

`` Alright, finals start in five minutes so get your gear ready and get in line. There's a list of available times for those who have n't chosen yet outside the door.'' My history teacher starts firing up the Time EX as students line up single file. 
 
 I've never been good at history, in fact I've only chosen it as a major because both my parents are certified time travelers. 
 `` Remember, no phones, inflatable cars, of really anything that signifies where you came from. You have twenty four hours to finish your objective, no more no less.'' 
 Damn, Mr. Crawford definitely has a stick up his ass ( not like I have n't noticed before ). Just let us fool around a bit! Who's it going to hurt? I was extremely excited. I've been learning German for months just for this. It's my turn finally, so I punch in the date: September 1, 1939. I chose one of the more difficult objectives I suppose but it was the more popular. Nothing like killing Hitler to make you a word re known hero! I wait for a few seconds inside the Time EX and felt the familiar tingling wash over my body as every single atom was separated from my being. It is n't exactly a pleasant experience but I'll manage. 
 
 When I arrived, I was a little farther from Hitler's speech site than expected. Naturally, being the idiot that I am, I pulled out my phone and opened up the gps. Shit, no bars. Fucking AT & T. Before I realized what I was doing, a passerby saw me holding my phone and she looked at me visibly confused. She walked over and pointed at my phone, `` Why is your soap bar glowing??! What is it doing!'' She stared, mesmerized before snatching my phone. `` Hey!'' I yelled when she ran off with it, `` GODDAMNIT!'' So, I asked around seeing if anyone else was going to listen to Hitler's speech. Sure enough, a small group was on their way and I just followed a few steps behind. 
 
 Once I made it, I was too far from the stage to do anything. I want to get this over with so I can sightsee around during my last few hours. Slowly, I made my way through the crowd towards the stage with my knife rested in my pocket. Thank god I decided to grab the uniform instead of the commoners clothes because the henchmen let me through right away. I decided to play it safe and hide in Hitler's quarters until after the speech. He walked in a half hour later. 
 
 `` Hitler?'' I said in amazement. `` Please, call me Adolf'', he replied in a calm, even tone, `` I've never seen you before, are you new? In which case, why are you in my quarters?'' 
 
 I froze. All this anticipation, all this preparation never prepared me for the calm and charming individual that stood before me. `` Wait, are you a filthy Jew? Why are you here!'' 
 Oh yeah, that's why I came here. 
 I grabbed my knife and was at his throat in an instant. `` Speak, and you die. Do not scream or call for help or you die.'' My sadistic side thought about torturing him, or even just messing with him. But in that moment of fantasy, I loosened my grip and he screamed for his henchmen outside the door. I bolted without hesitation as the men stormed in after me. Alas, my skinny white self could not run faster than the beefy men that Hitler, sorry, Adolf kept by his side. They put a bag over my head and hauled me out to some place I am unsure of. 
 Well, guess I'm not passing my exam.
