i was back in college, in a huge lecture hall. i don't know what class it was, but the professor was some old white guy. i was taking an exam i think, or retaking an exam along with a lot of people.
i got a lot of questions wrong, mostly because they were opinion questions and i gave my opinion but i didn't clarify it, or they were wrong because my teacher didn't like my answers. one of the questions was on polyamory for some reason, and i had to rewrite my answer because my first answer ("it's okay, but not for me") wasn't sufficient. i don't remember the rest of the questions/answers.
the professor was doing his best to distract the students by playing videos during the exam. for some reason one of them was a video of straykids performing (i blame my sister for this). the students thought the atmosphere was light and fun so we started talking to one another. i started talking to two of my friends and we compared answers. then the teacher stopped the video and only yelled at me specifically, even though i was in the very back of the lecture hall.
everyone else simply copied their previous answers to a new copy of the exam, but i was rewriting my answers so i can get a higher grade than the previous exams i failed (2). everyone else finished before me until i was the only one left; i was going over the alotted exam time. i took so long my boyfriend came to get me from my class as i was getting more and more frustrated.
my professor told me the point of the exam was to keep the grade i got and to streamline the grading process for him. he told me to just bring him what i had and he'd grade it. but then, once he started looking over the new answers, he started laughing and making fun of them.
he then said one way i can raise my grade is to strip to my underwear and allow him to take photos of my body. i refused and started yelling at him, telling him how hard i worked on the exams, and how i even skipped breakfast this morning to make it on time to these exams, and that i wasn't going to stoop to his level of depravity. he only kept laughing.
i left the room crying, where my boyfriend was consoling me and hugging me as we walked. i don't remember how the dream ended after that.