I was only in seventh grade when I committed the crime. I was young, ignorant, and foolish. It turned out to be the most regretful thing I did in life: cheating on a test. Not only that I committed the sinful and embarrassing crime but to make it worse, my teacher also caught me in the action. The consequences and feelings that I received after being caught cheating on the test is my worst academic experience, and also my most valuable lesson about honesty and integrity. Never have I ever thought on such a day that I was going to do something that I would regret so much. It was a rainy morning and I was running to class with breakfast still on my hand. The rain had been pouring for almost two days in a row now. The horrible, hot, and humid With pages of notes in my desk’s cabinet, I could easily pull them out slightly to copy and silently slide each page back, smoothly and safely under a few books. If I act carefully, it would be impossible for my teacher to know. The rain has stopped. Light shined through the windows as the sky was bright again. My heart was racing as our teacher approached the classroom. I felt like sailing across the sea, with a storm approaching, having no choice but to battle and get through it, knowing I could sink anytime. As the warm, freshly printed papers were being passed out, I was constantly assuring myself that my plan was perfect and that nothing would go wrong. The clock ticked by as I was writing down my answer, word by word exactly like what I wrote as notes. The room seemed oddly quiet, so quiet I could clearly hear the sound of little birds outside chirping, of pens being clicked many times, and of pages of a novel being flipped on the teacher’s desk. I was certain for a moment that the sound I made while handling my notes caught her attention. I quickly glanced up at her, however, she remained idle. I was half way passed the test until my worst nightmare came true. There was a sound of chair being moved and high heels clicking on the floor. I quickly hid my notes as the clicking sound came closer and closer then suddenly stopped. A hand gently lifted up the books in my desk, slowly pulling out several sheets of paper that was my notes. My entire body was frozen, I could only hear my heart beating loudly and clearly, nothing else. Not a word was left as she walked away. All of a sudden I could hear again, the sound of whispers all around me, of pens clicking again, and of the clock ticking
On December 2,2015 I went to to the Lynnhaven building to receive some feedback on my agreement paper for English 111. It was a very rainy day after running through the rain when I reached the writing center room. There was a yellow note saying that the writing center was in the student center until December 4,2015. After reading the note I ran back in the rain to my car.It was to cold to walk it was raining. As I approached the student center I was told by a security guard that the tutoring lab was located on the third floor. I had walked up three flights of stairs. When I had finally reached the third floor,I walk into the tutoring lab. There were about eight tables, but only four staff members and one student. Amen had approached me asking what did I need help with today. I replied saying that I would like some feedback on my paper for English. He then pointed to the writing table and said “she can assist you with your paper”.
At this moment I was not in fear nor panic but the entire class watching me forcefully challenge this girl to a first name writing contest. My brain couldn 't handle everything that was going on after the teacher said go. This is where things get interesting. For me when thoughts and things run alot faster in my head than my muscle and body can comprehend.Well my brain finished about four or three letters before me and samantha 's hands. So as I was saying, the race started and I wrote the letter R. After thinking about how i could write the letter as neat and fast enough to flow into the lower case a. As I write the a I look back at my R in disgust yet still moving on to the s. In the transition from the a to the s, I didn’t just stare back in disgust of the R, I begin to question the situation I 'm in. Still trying to race a girl in a first name writing contest I find myself mind and my muscle movements separate from one another. My hand slows down at the letter h but my mind races and spins through the room without my eyes even looking up. Hearing the the voices I assume I gave my mind an idea of facial expressions and audience placement. At the end of the long line of my classmates, I hear my teacher not saying a word but
As soon as I shut the door all the noise outside the room had disappeared. The room was silent. I could feel my nerves coming, and I continuously wiped the sweat forming on my hands. My clarinet slipping from my grip from all the nerves. (Imagery) She asked me to play two scales, which I did perfectly fine on. Then I went to the required pieces and I started playing and then I messed up onenote and I felt crushed. I heard myself play the wrong note and immediately knew I was going to be placed in a bad chair. It threw me off my concentration and my nerves were getting the best of me. My hands were shaking like crazy. She kept telling me to just breathe (Motif) to calm down. I finished through those, and then went to the difficult piece that made me the most nervous. She could pick any part in the music and ask me to play it, I had to be prepared for any section she ask. To my surprise, she said I could choose a part I felt confident about. I began to play a part my lesson teacher and I worked on, but right when I started I already knew I messed the rhythm up and my counting was all off from nerves. I could not read her face to her reaction to what I was playing, she just kept writing things
11:14 p.m.-I slowly ascend from my small wooden chair, and throw another blank sheet of paper on the already covered desk as I make my way to the door. Almost instantaneously I feel wiped of all energy and for a brief second that small bed, which I often complain of, looks homey and very welcoming. I shrug off the tiredness and sluggishly drag my feet behind me those few brief steps. Eyes blurry from weariness, I focus on a now bare area of my door which had previously been covered by a picture of something that was once funny or memorable, but now I can't seem to remember what it was. Either way, it's gone now and with pathetic intentions of finishing my homework I go to close the door. I take a peek down the hall just to assure myself one final time that there is nothing I would rather be doing and when there is nothing worth investigating, aside from a few laughs a couple rooms down, I continue to shut the door.
My day was going well. I devoured a big breakfast, my brother, for once, got out of the shower quick, and no major assignment was pending. Life was very, very good. Then life began to fall into oblivion. I saw on the board in the front of Mrs. Smith's room the journal entry for the day. It was about what would I write about in a narrative essay. Hope faded away. Somewhere on the planet a nuclear bomb went. An earthquake struck in some unknown place on the Earth. A volcano erupted on Jupiter's moon Io and killed a bunch of Ionians. Somebody's red rose just wilted and the petals fell onto the ground. The end of the world was indeed upon us. My jaw dropped and warning bells went off in my head. I went completely and utterly blank. I tried as hard as I could to write my journal. Channel One came on and talked about a nuclear bomb going off in India that caused an earthquake that somehow caused a volcano to erupt on Io (that killed a bunch of aliens). My jaw dropped once again. It was now the floor. As I was finishing my journal, Mrs. Smith went to the front of the room and talked about, du du du, narrative papers. She gave us a cold, white study guide that gave me no hope for survival. She then gave us another evil sheet of pap...
My dad always said when we were racing “if you’re not cheating you're not trying” and that always kind of stuck with me until i got caught for cheating on a test. I was so humiliated that I needed to walk outside and collect myself. It is the worst feeling ever to get caught in the middle of cheating. When you get caught in the middle of cheating everything that anyone has ever told you about cheating starts flashing into your mind and you can not help but feel like it is only your own fault. When you go home and tell your parents that you had to eat an F for a test grade because you got caught cheating and they get
Cheating is a big issue that has reached the most competitive campuses around the United States. It is increasing more and more with the new technology that we have in the 21st century because students have easy access to many sources of information. Cheating is something all students have done at some point in their lives, but as they reach a higher academic level, they are faced with more rigorous consequences that can affect their futures in many different ways. Cheating might be seen as an easy way to obtain a good grade, get into a good college, or maintain scholarships or financial aid, but the consequences could affect the life and the future of the student.
The day was peaceful and sunny. With days like these, my house was calm. However, at times like these, my mother would come into my room and ask, “Did you fix your grade?” or “Let me see your grades.” Usually when she says those words, I would be frightened. However, today was not the case. My grades were straight A’s with 1 B, so I should be fine. I got a grasp of my laptop with my grades showing, and brought it downstairs for my mother to see.
All my life I've opposed cheating, because it made me angry that people could get the same grades I did without putting in half the effort. As much as I was tempted, I couldn't let go of my moral standards, even for something important. I knew that if I did cheat, I would be filled with guilt and regret that I could never shake, especially if I did get a scholarship, because I would know that I didn't deserve it. To my astonishment, I received scholarships anyway. I realized that I would never be punished for doing the right thing, and I now value integrity even more than I
I felt a shock go through my body as I numbed up. “Wh wha what did she want?” My math teacher Mrs. Armstrong was worried about me and the fact that I do all the work in class and homework and when it comes time to take a test I fail. My teacher was willing to let me retake my test.
...ell out and the name I couldn’t remember was staring me in the face. The teacher had not collected my paper yet and I could have just taken it and written the answer and he would have never known the difference. Whether I cheated or not, I still thought about doing it since I did not know the answer. Simply not knowing the material leads students to cheat all of the time.
Modern students face many pressures for academic success. They are often unwilling to disappoint their parents or spouses. Some fear that not cheating will weaken a student’s ability to compete with their peers. They rationalize their unethical behavior, unwilling to accept a poor grade, consequently justifying cheating as the only means to that end.
“Aten-hut!” yelled the Major as he walked out of the office. I was calmly seated then, without a warning everyone rose in unison in about a split second. Trying not to attract attention I scrambled to my feet, not realizing I was not far enough from the desk. It made a huge rattle, and a never ending echo that haunted me the entire class. All eyes were on me; how embarrassing! The Major was coming out of his office, it was situated in the back of the class room, his voice was deep at least it was when he called a command. I concentrated on his foot steps, as if I was eavesdropping a conversation between two girls gossiping. My eyes were pinned on the board, as he was approaching the front of the classroom. I repetitively read the date, November 18, 2006, to try to keep the terror from building up. Every one appeared to be robots, chests barely moving and eyes drying up from lack of breath and not blinking. In my head played a horror theme song, one that would be played in a movie when you are anticipating a intensive moment; danuum, danuum, danum danum.
After that, she left to find her own class. So with my schedule in hand, I had to discover the way to my English 101 class. Once I found my way up three flights of stairs, I felt the nerves settling in. I’m not the type of person to face new situations bravely. Of course there was no way round this. I knew once I walked into the room and found a seat, I would be fine. Well that is easier said than done. I was so paranoid that I would walk into the wrong room, that I forced myself to check my schedule a half a dozen times before entering. All I could think about was what I did last semester. I was headed to my psychology class in the north building. I had no clue that there was a class ahead of mine on only one of the days. Without thinking I walked into the room and saw that there was a class going on. Of course being me, I said something stupid and walked out quickly. I am sure that only a few people saw me. I could never forget that day. Now a freshman in college, I refused to let that happen again. I remember walking in through the doorway to a confusingly shaped classroom. One thing that struck me as odd was the narrow hallway right
There’s the obvious form, stealing someone else’s work and calling it your own, looking up answers on the internet for a test, etc. Then there is the not so obvious form of cheating. It takes a form called “cheating yourself”. Because the system today focuses on almost solely grades, students take the easy way out. Mr. Kohn insinuates, “The more pressure to get an A, the less inclination to truly challenge oneself” (1). This is so true. More times than I can count, I can remember hearing fellow students whisper, “let’s just do whichever one is easiest”, as the teacher outlined a project to be done in class. I can think of a few times where I have cheated myself. Back in grade school, we had what was called “50 in a Minute.” This was a piece of paper with fifty math problems on each side. You had one minute to complete a side, then you would move onto the next side and try to get farther the next minute. I am really bad at math and so I never did well on these so I started to cheat so I could pass these. I would write the answers on the desk and then when the time started, I would just write down the answers in order and not pay attention to the problems. Back then it didn’t seem like a big deal, I just wanted the ribbon for finishing all the different levels. Now however, I really wish I had been better and not cheated my way through, because now I am really bad at doing mental math. Which isn’t that big of a deal we have technology to do