The joke on stage

Our professor handed out the syllabus on the first day, and I read every page twice, which is more than anyone else did. Then in week three he announced a surprise quiz on "the material covered in the syllabus," and I was the only one who raised a hand to say I'd already studied it. He looked at me for a long moment, then said, "Congratulations. You're the only student who has read the syllabus, so you get an A, and the rest of you get the one question on the back page: what's the name of this class?" Nobody knew. I did, because I'd written it in pen on my wrist, and it was the same name as the syllabus, which I had also memorized, which made it the only thing in the room I could actually be sure of.