Only once.
9th grade physics.
The teacher used an overlay to grade our multiple choice tests, and in a few spots, I’d mark two answers. I got caught, earned my crappy C, and never cheated again.
I hated physics.
No, but I did help others cheat a couple of times 😀
Once, in school, I saw my teacher had carelessly discarded a printout of the questions for next week’s tests in the classroom’s paper basket.
I grabbed it to take home and study perfectly for those questions, feeling like a secret agent.
Never got around to even look at it before the test, though, and showed up unprepared as ever.
Some times in school I did, and not only do I not regret it at all, I also see it as a necessary life skill.
Many times people are put in deeply unfair situations where the rules are against them to begin with. If you play by the rules you will always lose.
In school I had some teachers who didn’t give a fuck. They were not taking their job or teaching seriously but were still sadistic people taking some form of sick pleasure against students.
In such cases, there is no established framework in these situations where it there was a class with knowledge transfer/teaching, where the student is properly put to a test to verify he indeed adquire such knowledge. You rather have a sick social exercise where a sociopath is in a position of power making student’s life hell and test results are semi random.
In university I also had teachers who only pretended to teach. They would not be there for most of the time of the class or not show up at all, but they still made tests with the material that wasn’t teached and that students didn’t even know about. Of course many would just fail like this.
In these cases I cheated.
Life trows you these situations, and learning how to cheat is rather learning how to save yourself. I never cheated in legitimate situations, as I just didn’t feel I was being treated with injustice, and therefor didn’t even had the need to cheat.
This is the Kirk, Kobayashi Maru method.
I knew of someone who kind of did, depending on which way you look at it. Only for one question though…
He noticed that the answer to a single question, was literally written on his otherwise exam-compliant calculator a few weeks before the exam, for high school math. The question often came up in practice tests. This calculator wasn’t programmable (in the sense you could store answers).
The question?
How many kilometres in a nautical mile? Answer: 1.852.
He figured out that the numbers in the centre row of the calculator lined up exactly with the decimal fraction:
7 8 94 5 61 2 3So he drew a line around the calculator pad to link those numbers up. None of the teachers picked it up, as it looked like graffiti.
That seems like more of a mnemonic than cheating, and isn’t that a bit of a silly question for an exam? Unless it’s asking you to derive how many kilometres in a nautical mile from something, exams shouldn’t be testing rote memory.
A non-zero amount of times :3
I haven’t. Learning was always easy for me. Pay attention in class, take proper notes and do your homework. I know I’m lucky in that regard. Usually I only checked my notes the night before an exam and went through with it care-free. I only really studied for my math A-levels because it’s not my strongest subject and for my final Spanish exam at the end of my 3-years job training because I could’t care less about the language and thus only ever did the bare minimum learning it.
Kinda once in college. It was a lab practical. The girl I thought was smart was across stations from me. I tried looking but noticed she had an obvious wrong answer, so I decided to not use her answers.
nah. i may be a punk but i aced my tests using my own head lol
No. Failure is another way to learn.
Hell yeah, high school was a joke
I never, ever, EVER did, and wouldn’t even consider it. I figured if I wanted to prove anything to myself or others by completing school, I should understand what I’m being taught and prove it (I recognize the many flaws in this now, trust me). Until my final semester in college. It was the last semester my scholarship covered, and I was in a class that I had previously dropped for poor grades (the teacher was an absolute troll and thought their shit was gold and graded like it was our very lives we were testing for). It was basically a required elective in my degree program, and I couldn’t give a flying fuck about it. So, I did what literally every other person in that class did and cheated.
And honestly I sometimes wish I did more often; so much of school was some idiot instructor’s ego trip more than any valuable information and I pushed myself WAY too hard.
Define “cheating”.
I looked up an online answer key for the last test I took. The test was take-home and open book, and the teacher repeatedly said that we could use ANY resource to complete the test. I spent hours scouring the course material trying to find some of the answers, and they just weren’t there; the course simply didn’t cover some areas of the test at all. Or even mention them. It turned out that there were several version of the course that I took, and the teach taught one version, but used the test for a different version.
Is that “cheating”? I don’t know. I did all the parts that I could without looking online, but I’m still not happy that I needed to look online in order to complete a course ‘successfully’.
Yes. I struggled with Calculus in college and cheated on a few tests with a well hidden index card/cheat sheet.
The irony was that creating this cheat sheet was sort of a form of studying, and I barely needed them come test time.
Was it wrong? Yes. Do I feel bad? Only a little. I don’t need or use anything from that course in my life now so it is kind of inconsequential.
No, and I think I would’ve been too scared even if I had the capacity to keep up such a ruse. I’ve always hated lying, it just feels bad.
