Three out of three IS bad...

My story concerns your typical college exam, the morning after your typical college drinking binge. My two roommates and I probably had a little too much that night, because we just didn't get up, none of us. When we did, one of us immediately called the school to tell our History teacher, the one whose test we had just missed, that we got stuck on the way to school because a tire blew on the way. He may have omitted that we actually slept in...

The teacher seems to partly believe us, but has to make sure we're not just trying to get the answers from the others who did take the test. "Come over the school right away" she says, "and you can take the test".

So away we go to school, right after a quick call to one of our friends to, indeed, get the answers. Once we get there, the teacher's waiting for us with two colleagues, to take us in three different classrooms; we figured that might happen, and shared what answers we got beforehand.

Sitting down on my desk, a single sheet of paper is put in front of me, with only two questions.
1-What street were you on when the tire blew?
2-WHICH tire blew?

I shouldn't have been late, because I failed that test. We all did, miserably...