Cheating doesn’t seem like such a bad idea, until you get caught. I’m sure everyone has gone through the pressure of having studied all night for a test, having the test placed in front of you, palms sweaty, thoughts all over the place, and still not understand any word of it. Then you start looking around, everyone has their eyes on their paper, and in the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of the classmate next to you, who seems to know what she’s doing. I couldn’t help it. It was torture, trying to remember what I studied, in the silent classroom where you could hear a pin drop. My eyes automatically started to wander, to the front of the classroom, to where the teacher was sitting, to the teacher herself, to a classmate writing vigorously, and onto the classmates paper. When she wrote down an answer, so did I. When she erased an answer, so did I. I was using my eyes to follow in her footsteps, without her being aware, but I, foolishly, forgot that the teacher had eyes too.
Dr Seuss Style Imitation:
From “I Love My Job!”
“I love my office and its location, I hate to have to go on vacation. I love my furniture, drab and grey, and piles of paper that grow each day!”
I want to go home and sleep all day, I would hate to ever go out of my way. I love my bed, big and wide, and all the stuffed animals that I collected with pride.”