Cheated Twice

#1: I told my professor on Monday that I was deathly ill and wouldn't be able to get back to school for the exam on Tuesday. I begged him to let me take my final exam on Friday. He reluctantly agreed. Little did he know, I really just had two other exams that day, so I did what I thought I had to do. On Friday, I went to the history department where he left the exam for me. They put me in a conference room and told me to slide the bluebook under his office door when I was done. I did all that I could on the exam, and I sat there ready to die because I knew I was going to fail. I walked out, told the secretary I was done, and that I would slide the exam under his door as instructed. Instead, I hit the elevator, ran all the way to my apartment, used my book, finished the exam (and corrected some answers). My roommate gave me a ride back to the building. I went up the back stairwell and slid the booklet under his door. Exam grade: A. Class grade: A.

#2: In grad school, I took a class that was admittedly the hardest class in our entire program. Our instructor was the biggest asshole in our program. He was so cocky about his hard-ass class, that he gave us the questions in advance. It was a lot of memorization about formulas, ridiculous math equations and complex story problems. It was a bluebook exam with essay-type answers. We had to provide our own bluebooks. In preparation for the exam, I basically took he exam at home, filling out the answers in a blank bluebook, using my books to perfect my answers. I then used that completed exam to study the rest of the day. Of course, when I got into the exam, I freaked out and forgot a lot of the material. As I sat there, drawing a blank, I knew I was going to fail. Just as I was getting ready to give up, I looked down into my open book bag on the floor to see the completed exam right there! I stood up, dropped my coat on my bag, swapped the bluebooks, and walked up to turn it in. I laid it on his desk and headed for the door. Just as I reached the door, I heard the professor say, "Excuse me, Mr. _____". I panicked! I turned around to see him holding up my bluebook. Before I could say anthing, he said, "You might want to put your name on this". Whew....