My test results weren’t good because Jill busted me out last time for cheating. This girl studied Core Maths for a longer time, and I mean long. She is better at it than me obviously.
What was I doing all this time she was studying? Oh just having mental-breakdowns, going to hospitals because of my crazy-pills, staying indoors all the time going crazy- you know, the usual.
Now let’s call the girl who called on me ‘Jill’ because it’s kind of a boring name. I would’ve picked “Mon” (which sounds even more boring, just to take revenge on the girl…..on a blog-post…..with my own name) but you guys would be confused as to whether I was calling out on myself. Anywhoo,
Jill herself constantly cheats during exams by telling answers and asking for them. And if you were to tell Jill, “Wait, you told on another girl for cheating? What you do all the time IS cheating!”, and she would reply, “There’s a HUGE difference! You’re getting your answers from a person and not a book!” Yes. This is the new generation of kids; now move along to the next para, please. Nothing more to say here.
A couple days ago I cheated on a test. ALRIGHT! I know I am always being this Miss. Sweetness or whatever shit on my blog, but I will state my excuse for cheating so you may think a little less of less of me (Hufangushuruzy!). My teacher’s kind of passive-aggressive with me, and it would help me if she didn’t do that (eg. Me: How did the answer get to this? Teacher: It’s only logical why). I smile like a creepster-old-man in my head biting my teeth responding, “F you,” but in tangible reality, I put on my poker-face to her.
It’s really childish to be sad about this. Especially since the teacher herself forgot about my cheating because she went, “You did well on the last test!”. I had my answer-sheet at the back of the book, and I kept referring to it to check my answers.
My teacher knows about my “issues”. And I know that she knows that I am scared of her.
it’s kind of embarrassing to tell you guys that I had my mother tell my teacher that I am scared of her and if she could tone it down a little (even though she doesn’t even scream or anything); I’ve recently been more of a cry baby and I shouldn’t ever have stopped taking my mental-pills, ever. But I need to leave my dignity by the the door if I want to take my A’Levels without going mad about what my teacher scolds me for.
It’s not fair, I just wanted to get on the teacher’s good side by cheating. And I only cheated a little, like 1/8th of the test….and there were 16 questions 😛 Big whoot, life isn’t unfair. But as I reflected on how not-fair this was, I started getting philosophical (in my head) in class. (You can skip to the next para because I will get weird now) I thought about the relation between opinions and how intangible our words are versus the reality of the world. What we think always doesn’t resonate with reality, if it did, there wouldn’t be so many people with so many different “set” of life-experience. Nature make that happen to let us know we aren’t precious snowflake; Others have issues there own way, in ways I can’t comprehend unless I went through those problems myself. Or else, just to “think” bad things happening to people is too simple- like most internet comments.
I wasn’t the kind of girl to bust another girl out, I mean, these are kids studying for A’Levels, and the test we were giving wasn’t even going to be graded (let alone, even remembered for anything!). How could someone get bothered by that? I never got bothered by her cheating. I got annoyed because a) I felt like I was being “handled” by another cheater and b) If cheating in a class without grades bother her so much, does she even have any problems in her life? That got me even more jealous because she’s getting these small things done her way, maybe she has everything done her way at home. But whatever,
She’s pretty damn clever too. Let me explain- She let me cheat on the day we were giving the test, without telling the teacher about it. Then she kept quiet about it two days till the day when we get our papers. (Her memory of it and her patience till the “important” day though). She didn’t complain immediately, on that f*cking day. That’s some sass if you ask me, and from another cheater.
Another reason why I didn’t call out on her was because it would get her cheater-friend in trouble too, who didn’t say anything about me to the teacher. But to be honest, it would be personally embarrassing for me to be calling out on another cheater in a test which is nothing, I mean no marking, absolutely nothing will come from that test . “So why did you cheat then, Mon?” I look hard at you, “The teacher’s scary and less mistakes in tests will cool her down so I can ACTUALLY DO WELL!”
Now to be honest, if this person called out on me because they cared for me and wanted me to learn from my mistakes, then this person wouldn’t be saying, “SHE CHEATED AND IF SHE GETS MORE MARKS THAN ME IT’S BECAUSE SHE CHEATED!”. It’s about marks that aren’t being recorded anywhere, so yeah, lol.
That’s how tiny things get to me. The fact that I dedicated a whole post to my craze. A whole post to excuse my cheating, or however you see it.
Oh and happy one-year anniversary to my blog, lmao. My blog was created on last April 2nd, 2015 🙂