Picture this:
GCSE English Literature.
About forty five minutes left of the exam.
Everyone's happily waffling along, bluffing the whole thing, when suddenly we become very aware of the invigilators scurrying up and down the aisles, speaking in hushed, panicked tones. We keep writing, but try to keep one eye on whatever's going on, when one of the invigilators stands right in the middle of the hall and is all like "Everybody stop writing."
So we're all like... but we've got forty five minutes left. What the **** is this?
And then the invigilator says in a very serious manner:
"There's a problem with the anthologies."
At which point, we all start laughing. We're like, they're anthologies, lady. What can possibly be wrong with them?
Anyway, it turns out that the invigilators have decided that we've been given faulty anthologies with page numbers printed wrong (not that anyone had noticed) so we have to put the whole exam on hold while they take in all the anthologies and give us all another one. Yes, that's right. Invigilators have enough spare anthologies to go around an entire exam hall, just in case something disasterous happens, like the page numbers being printed wrong.
So yeah. That's my little exam story. It's pretty much the only interesting thing that's ever happened in one of my exams.