I used to "go to the bathroom" during tests in grad school and look at the class notes on my phone while sitting on the toilet. To quote one of my grad school professors, "At no point in the real world are you going to be judged on your ability to complete work from your own memory without the use of books or computers," and I took that to heart.
Literally me wearing my "lucky jacket" (that had like 5 external pockets and 2 internal visible pockets that the invigilators always checked, but they never located the internal pocket next to the zip) to every exam and taking a shit after 90 mins like clockwork
To quote one of my grad school professors, “At no point in the real world are you going to be judged on your ability to complete work from your own memory without the use of books or computers,”
I remember once asking my teacher when I was a kid if I could cheat, and he said "if you can get away with it, sure".
Those were the days when desks had open cupboards under the....woodeny platform thing you put your stuff on. I kept an open book in there and slid it out when I needed the answers. I didn't get caught and it's not on me that I cheated, the teacher said it was okay!
I would keep my backpack on the ground next to me just like every other day, but I’d leave it open with a piece of paper at the bottom with answers that I could glance at. It was going well for months, acing all of my tests, it was like I had a photographic memory. Until this chudette behind me gets up and sees what I’m doing and called me out to the teacher, right in front of everyone. Just announced it, I was so embarrassed. Found out a few years later she was a local sheriff. I was not shocked
I used to "go to the bathroom" during tests in grad school and look at the class notes on my phone while sitting on the toilet. To quote one of my grad school professors, "At no point in the real world are you going to be judged on your ability to complete work from your own memory without the use of books or computers," and I took that to heart.
Literally me wearing my "lucky jacket" (that had like 5 external pockets and 2 internal visible pockets that the invigilators always checked, but they never located the internal pocket next to the zip) to every exam and taking a shit after 90 mins like clockwork
I remember once asking my teacher when I was a kid if I could cheat, and he said "if you can get away with it, sure".
Those were the days when desks had open cupboards under the....woodeny platform thing you put your stuff on. I kept an open book in there and slid it out when I needed the answers. I didn't get caught and it's not on me that I cheated, the teacher said it was okay!
I would keep my backpack on the ground next to me just like every other day, but I’d leave it open with a piece of paper at the bottom with answers that I could glance at. It was going well for months, acing all of my tests, it was like I had a photographic memory. Until this chudette behind me gets up and sees what I’m doing and called me out to the teacher, right in front of everyone. Just announced it, I was so embarrassed. Found out a few years later she was a local sheriff. I was not shocked
how'd you hide your phone?
The answer is hinted at in your username
It was in my pocket...?