As we wrote off the exams: experience Layfhakera

In the third year I gave something like investment management. The teacher, knowing me, said: "phone on the table." I put. He said: "The second phone on the table." I put. He calmed down. I wrote down the third phone.

My parents at the university was a funny story. Lecturer, pausing abruptly comes to an exam and sternly asks something like: "Well, rustling?" And unexpectedly offers to those who pave the continuous path of spurs from Kamchatka to his pulpit, the top five machine.

It offers a provocative and controversial. And you do understand what in Soviet universities were huge audience? But one man was not frightened and started to get cribs. One, another, and here it is not only paved track, but also made a circle around the pulpit.

Daredevil was not the only one: the second candidate of the target did not have a pair of centimeters.

The teacher turned and honest with humorous: First dude put the top five, the second - four.

I'm a freshman once in a lifetime came to the exam with crib. Went to the office and put his comrade coming out of her in my hands with the comment "is useful." I quickly hid in the course of the piece of shirt - certainly not the safe place. Ticket got normal, sit, almost all agreed. Then the teacher came out of the audience and I thought of Louis Spohr thought that urgently needs to get her out of his shirt and the shift in his pocket, because I'm going to answer, will notice. And of course, at the time of shifting the teacher successfully I went back, saw me with a spur and sent a very bad to resit. On his resit it was impossible to get anything above three, and it was the first three-spot in my zachotke. I was ashamed then, as a student! Then, of course, as is usually the case, shame in this area quickly passed and I became hardened troechnikom.

And in the 11th grade, I was expelled from the annual check, because all around and exchanged calculators the teacher I did not react, but when I asked a neighbor calculator - banned. I said that it is unfair, and I was kicked out. So I instead of the five in the school leaving certificate have four. 🙂

I was terrified to take the math. When we had a trial exam, I wrote them on two or almost two - at a pace you can stay without a certificate. A couple of days before the exam and I did panic. I even tried to find somewhere a watch with a built-in calculator, aware of their problems with the account. But finding the gadget did not succeed, and ordered something with AliExpress it was too late.

Then I began to frantically google - found a site where they were to lay out options USE from the Far East. I was scared that I was deceived, and no one will lay out, but another option I did not.

On the day of the exam I got up at four in the morning until eight sat on the site. There really laid out some of the tasks. I tried to remember that I could, and wrote something on the cribs.

When we were given options for the exam, there was a terrible disappointment: of course, there was not that laid out on the site. But in Part C has got a similar equation: I remember, on what algorithm to solve it, and decided to right. In the end, I passed the math by 63 points, and was satisfied. But better, of course, spend their pupils' preparation time, and not on search hours with a calculator.

I I came to the university two specialty immediately: sociology and radio equipment. On the radio, I could be the only girl in the stream. And then, when passed algebra, I came in a sundress with a smell, written in all legs formulas. When everything started to write, I have uncovered his knees and began to roll up the formula.

A little later, I realized that at that moment looked at me completely whole audience (who with envy, and who is not!). The teacher is also understood that there is something wrong, but when he came up to me, I just lowered his legs and skirt plowed. Naturally, he could not ask me to pick it up and everything went well.

On the radio engineering, I eventually arrived, but still chose sociology.

I cheated not just me, but I have. So, in 2010, I handed over the exam in stories. The story was needed almost everywhere I wanted to do. I knew it well, and do not worry.

What I can not say enough about my classmates, as soon as the exam starts, I immediately began to pull. First one girl, sitting in front of me through one, was able to pass the crumpled note with nail with laytovym matter of the first part. I cherkanul response to the same piece of paper and handed it back.

After some time, I asked for help a couple of people from the series. And then I begged my classmate from the neighboring row: he threw me a piece of paper through the whole class. I realized that just sleeping, but he was such a compassionate look that I could not refuse. As soon as I swung to smuggle a hint when he heard a voice behind on duty in the class teacher: "What's that?" I looked around to it, presented, I was expelled from the exam, I do not enter the university, stay at home for several years, zadalbyvat mother to get money for a bottle beer.

"It's a breeze of someone's garbage brought," - I said, looking at a classmate. Then he stood up, defiantly to throw out a piece of paper, and as he passed friend, his fingers in his face, showing the answer. Our lives have been saved.

All my school and university life has gone through cheating: It seems there was an exam, which I would not have come to the crib. I even had a special coat with large pockets in which to put any spurs. Here are just three stories that have happened to me.

The first story, tragic. On the exam in history, I went with the intention of how to google. Phone - an old Nokia, which instantly cuts off the Internet, as soon as I came SMS or receive a call. The fact that I can not write and call, were warned everything acquaintances, friends and of course my boyfriend. Write off could not manage: the fired teachers, the inspectors came. By the middle of the exam terribly sweaty palms, and the phone I never once got. Finally, I take time off to the bathroom, leaned against the stall wall and frantically start to drive in a search engine of some fact of life of Peter I. Suddenly, I lost the connection. I realized that I cover my high scores fading with each passing minute. What could be worse? The reason that this connection is interrupted: I got text messages from a guy that he decided to leave me. Sadder this exam with me still nothing happened, and did not even know that it was a shame: the unexpected separation or failure to cancel.

The second story - technology. One day my best friend got the micro and decided to use it in the exam. I had to sit on the other side and recite the answers to the ticket. As the language of communication chosen slight cough: cough once - pause, the teacher is at hand; twice - keep reading. And here we are prepared, checked the connection and the examination. The start was smooth, I slowly dictated the response time was interrupted, and listened attentively reaction. But then my friend choked and coughed: I did not understand what was happening, quickly began chattering ticket, and our well-oiled plan collapsed in a few minutes. During the test each received three - oh, and he was angry at me!

The third story - not about cheating, but about deception and resourcefulness. In the 9th grade, we were asked to learn a sonnet of Petrarch - a love poem of 14 lines in length. Of course, I happily forgot about it and at the time of the X dreaded when I will cause to the board and put a deuce. But then it hit me. Petrarch seems more 1000 Sonnets: from teacher to remember everyone? I quickly found a rhyme scheme of rows (in the sonnet is special), resorted to the spirit of creativity and a few minutes to distribute poem about tenderness, roses and loneliness. Then I stood solemnly in the center of the class and calmly told sonnet. "Logenkoe something you chose, well, nothing, Ladder" - sighed the teacher. It is a pity that it is unpublished "work of Petrarch" has been preserved - would like to read it today.

In general, there is the observation that seems to prepare a valid, spur and skillfully written off, and then confidently tell you a ticket, you have to be not less intelligent than those who chose cramming. I studied a lot and diligently, but cheating fascinated me like a game with high stakes: I can not say that I went to the training bench without any knowledge. So, maybe you should not so much blame spisyvalschikov, do not you think?

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