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In college I had to take a required language class, so I took Italian. I hated that class. The teahcer was a bitch, the exercises we had to do were stupid, I had to get up at the butcrack of dawn to even make it to the class.
Long story short, toward the end of semester I was failing. So not wanting to take it again I made a half hearted attempt to cheat on a couple of important tests. On one test I even put down some wrong answers I new were wrong so I didn't get a perfect score and arouse suspicion.
In the end I just let myself fail. I don't know why, but I'm glad I did. The only options I had for making up the class and credit were a couple of summer programs. One that was in Italy. I signed up for it, went, loved it, and could even speak OK Italian by the time I was done.
If I had really cheated and passed the course I never would have went.
The point is all cheating is a missed oppurtunity. Even if the oppurtunity is just to learn a little something.
The old saying "you're only cheating yourself" is overused, corny, and, for the most part, true.
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