In relatively recent history, I had an experience I do not believe I shall ever forget.
Our class entered our Physics classroom much as we would any day. Throughout the room were tables where we sat–dividing us into groups. I was sitting at my usual spot, at my usual table, with the usual other two people who sit at that table, when we saw an unusual piece of paper lying on the table’s surface.
The paper was small and crammed with writing. The tiny calligraphy took up every hair-width of the paper, using the small parchment as economically as possible–as if its author wished to scribe the bible on a post-it.
Even my naive self knows what a cheat-sheet is.
My first reaction was to laugh. Not because I find cheating humorous, but rather because of the foolishness of this particular cheater. They were apparently successful in compromising their own integrity without being caught, but then they left the evidence behind to be found later. Priceless.
What I will never forget, however, is the reaction of the teacher when he found out. He did not breathe out threats of vile punishments or go on about giving a zero to the culprit. In fact, he did not become angry at all. As he learned of the cheat-sheet, he demonstrated one of the greatest looks of complete disappointment I have ever seen.
This reinforced my already strong knowledge that cheating really isn’t worth it.
