cheating

Cheating. How do you feel about it? Once a cheater always a cheater? Is just hanging out cheating? In high school is it really not cheating because its HIGH SCHOOL and those relationships don’t count? How do you feel Blogging world?

Ever heard the cheater cocks blow their horn when they get caught. Most of them plead and cry for forgiveness, the very few brainy foxes shoot mind boggling questions that really make us rethink beliefs that we grew up with, which obviously we otherwise don bother contemplating about.

We've all been there at one point or another. Either one of your friends or someone sitting nearby in class has pulled out a cheat sheet for a test or quiz. It is obvious to you, but the teacher never seems oblivious to any actions they make. From writing on the desk, to putting the answers inside of your pen, I have heard and seen many ways to cheat. So, when that time comes the question is...

It all started in 6th period ethics class. My teacher always picked topics that were relevant to us today -- but none of the topics hit so personal as the topic he presented to us with: cheating.

Now, I can say this with confidence that more than 90% who are reading this right now have cheated in your life. We've all done it and we've done it willingly despite knowing fully well about the consequences. And the funny thing is that it doesn't even matter who you are -- whether you're the star athlete on the team, the teacher's pet, or the honors kid -- everyone does it. We're all cheaters.

Infidelity is like pissing in your bed. It seems right at the time. Maybe because you're asleep. And dreaming about waterfalls.

Eventually, you wake up pissy and pissed, and ask yourself, "How did I let myself do that?"

So...I'm in my freshman year in college. A lot of people got out of their relationships before they left for school, but I didn't. And I know some people who had a bf/gf, but they hooked up with some guy/girl the first night of school. I always thought that was so ridiculous. How can people cheat?

Last week, in my history class, we had our first exam. That is the only class I have that day, so I spent the entire day studying to ensure that I knew the matierial. In addition to this, I had been studying for the past week for shorter periods of time. Upon receiving the test, I was pleased to discover that I knew the answer to almost every question. The girl next to me, however did not.

Where, oh where, have the good guy gone? Where, oh where, could they be?