The Insane Way I Cheated On A College Test

The Insane Way I Cheated On A College Test

August 31, 2019 100 By Ronny Jaskolski


– My freshman year of
college, I cheated on a final, and this is that story. Okay, before we start, cheating
might be a strong word. Actually, maybe it’s not. I’ll leave that up to all of you. Okay, here we go. So I was home on a
little break from school. Nothing holiday related, just
a weekend at my parents house. It was Sunday and I was leaving that night to fly back to school. My point being school and home
were not close to each other. If I’m being honest, it’s a little tough to go to school in a place
that’s far from home. Especially if you’re someone like me who gets homesick from time to time. Anyways, it was end of
April, Spring semester was winding down a.k.a finals season. The pressure was on. I’m gonna be bold here, I’d classify myself as
in intelligent person. Now when I say that, would
I call myself a genius? I don’t think I would. Would I call myself dumb? I don’t think I would. And I like school, I like learning so I’m not really sure what came over me on that faithful day. Before I knew it, I was heading back to school on that Sunday night. I had a final the very next
morning, Monday morning. For whatever reason, before
I even left my parents house, I thought to myself, I’m not
taking that test tomorrow. I’m gonna email my teacher now, tell him my flight got canceled and I could take it later that week. My thought was, I could buy
myself a couple extra days and get ready for the test in my own time. It was a slam dunk. I guarantee a surefire plan. Maybe I was a genius. I sent the email, got on to
my very not canceled flight, and went back to school. I’m feeling good, real slick. Until I get back to my dorm. There’s a reply to my email. “Hi Brigid.” Perfectly acceptable greeting. “No problem, sorry to
hear about your flight. “Just bring me proof of your new flight, “and we’ll be all good.” (clock ticking) How did this happen? This was supposed to be an easy plan. Okay, okay, okay, just calm down. I have no choice but to
own up to my mistakes and face the situation that I’ve created. Or… Or, and hear me out, I look up I don’t know, a template
for a plane ticket, create a fake boarding pass
to present to my professor. I was in too deep. I couldn’t confess. This became Operation Fake Ticket. We arrange a new time
for me to take the final, that’s a few days away. I needed to craft something
that was believable. Actually, more than believable, authentic. He’s a smart guy, he’s
a college professor. He could probably look
up if a flight was real. So I just needed to make it
seem like I was on that flight. I was starting to feel like
I was a character on Lost. Somehow, after days of
studying, and terrifying nights of dreams of expulsion,
I completed both tasks. Not only was I ready for my final, I was ready for the greatest
trick I’d ever pull. It was the day of the test. I walk into his classroom, my heart is pounding out of my chest. There he is. I’m trying to figure
out what he’s thinking. So far, he seems oddly calm. I think I’m ready for this test, and oh here’s that airline
information you asked for. I hand over the goods, he
looks them over briefly and sets them down. Internally I’m like, and
that’s how it’s done baby, we just pulled this off. “Okay, cool! “So while you take the test,” “I’ll just give the airline a call “to make sure you were on the flight.” Excuse me? I’m surprised I didn’t
just burst into flames right then and there. Yeah, no, of course, that sounds good. I’m trying to play it cool. He hands over the test, I take a seat at the desk in his classroom,
my life, it was over. This is it. This is how it ends. He leaves the room, I take the test. Oddly enough, he never returns. I leave my finished test on his desk, leave the classroom and never looked back. Do you have any idea how hard it is to focus on a test when your teacher is trying to catch you in a lie? I could feel my brain melting. I sprung back to my dorm,
collect all my friends, explain the new development in the saga. “I feel like you can’t
just call an airline “and get that information.” Says one of smart friends. Yeah, yeah that makes sense. For whatever reason, I had my friend call instead of me and ask the airline if my name came up in a flight manifest. They wouldn’t give the information out. Delightful. Nice try buddy. I did it, there’s no
way he could call me out on my fake plane ticket now. And guess what? A week or so later, I found
out I got an A on that test. This wasn’t all for nothing. Heads up, the craziest part of this story hasn’t even happened yet. Freshman year ends, I end up
transferring to another school, it was closer to home and
just a little more my speed. One day, I’m sitting on campus
waiting for a class to start and suddenly, there’s
an odd shift in the air. You know when you can just feel when something is about to happen? “Brigid, right?” I hear a voice ask. I look up, my heart stops. It’s my fucking teacher. The guy that I duped. He’s staring at me. Yes, it’s me, Brigid. How are you? “Good to see you.” He says. Starts to walk away, I swear on my life, I’m not making this up. “Nice job with that plane ticket.” What is this? A goddamn movie? People don’t talk like that, this doesn’t happen in real life. Apparently this happens in my life. What was he even doing here? Why was he at my new school? I have expected him to do
that thing in scary movies where he crosses a street, a
bus drives by and disappears. Obviously, I go home and
look him up immediately. Turns out, he’s an adjunct
professor at my new school. Oddly enough, we never crossed
paths again after that. I think he just wanted to see how far I would take my lie. And he got his answer. I took that lie all the way. Did I learn my lesson? Yep. Would I do it again? Nope. Stay in school kids. (upbeat jazz music)