Diary of a compulsive cheater (May the cheat be with you)


Long time ago, in a boring Philosophy class far, far away...

PHILOSOPHY CHEATER

Episode I: The whispering partner
Lola Villar, also known as the “Mindwrecker”, has just gave the Philosophy test to their first of Bachillerato B stundents. A multiple choice Philosophy exam that represents the 80% of the first term's final mark of 37 students. One of these students is our young cheater. However, he doesn't know he's a cheater yet. He is nervous as he knows that if he has a wrong answer, he will lose 0,5 points. 90 minutes later, he has given up after doing his best, and gives his exam to the Mindwrecker, hoping he'll pass.
A week later, he is given his mark. He's twice surprised. Not only he has failed, but he has got the lowest mark: -0,5 out of 10
Two weeks later, Christmas holidays starts, and during the sixteen days it lasts, he does nothing but study Philosophy.
And now, January the tenth, 2012, he is facing the Mindwrecker and her multiple choice test again, a retake exam that he has been sixteen days studying for. Nevertheless, the Mindwrecker is wining again. The bell has rung and he has only answered four questions, four questions that he's sure they are correct, but he needs one correct answer more to pass it. “It seems that it is over”, he thinkts when some people are standing up and giving the exam to her, but suddenly, his luck changes. He realises that the people are making a “visual barrier” between him and the Mindwrecker, and he sees the chance to ask his parter, who had passed the first exam and is trying to get a better mark by doing the retake one, the answer of one of the questions. “It's option A”, he answers whispering. “Thanks”, he's replied by our young cheater. Then, he gives his exam to the Mindwrecker and by having a quick look, she tells him his s knew mark: 5 out of 10. He has passed.
He has passed by cheating. He has cheated. He's a cheater. And he likes it.









Episode II: The magic chair
The Mindwrecker is testing our cheater and his partners again ta the end of the second term, but this time she hasn't used multiple choice exam to do it, because this time she was testing their logic.
Logic is an essential part of Maths, and as Maths is supposed to come from Philosophy, it's also an important part of it.
During the full second term, she has been teaching them logic formulas at the same time she wrecked their minds with long converting formulas exercises.
However, our cheater doesn't know why, but this time he does understand what the she's teaching them, so he's prepared for the exam, at least, more prepare than he was in the last term.
He knows all the logic formulas, but some of them are confusing and can be mixed up. He doesn't know how to remember them during the exam, his handwriting is too big to write them on and “informative” sheet, and it's spring so he can't write them on his arm as he has no long sleeves to hide them. The Mindwrecker will come back at any moment with the exam copies and he hasn't figured out where should he put them. He looks to the table, thinking that being in the first row it's too risky to write them on it, and the he looks down to his trousers, wondering why pen ink cannot be erased for them... when he finds the perfect place to put them: his chair. The curved part is big and long enough for him to write the confusing formulas even with his big handwriting, he won't attract the Mindwrecker's attention if he looks down and his legs and the table will conceal them all the time.
He then proceeds to write confusing formulas (and other not so confusing) on his chair, his “know-all” magic chair, and he had long finished before the Mindwrecker was back. He's given the exam, finishes it an hour later and gives it to the teacher.
A week later he knows that he had an 8 out of 10. Thanks God he had written the confusing formulas on his chair, there was a full question about them.










Episode III: The magic chair strikes back
Our young cheater is now confronting among his partners his final proof: the third term's final exam. The last philosophy exam of the year, at least if he pass it.
This time, the main topic was psychoanalysis, and to examine their students, the Mindwrecker told them that she would show them a video and they had to psychoanalyse their content.
The psychoanalyse it is not really very difficult, most of the signs have a sexual meaning. The problem is knowing what does that sign mean and what connection has with the other elements, and that's confusing, and again, our cheater didn't want to confuse them, so he needed an “informative” sheet again, and this time he knew what the sheet was going to be: the magic chair.
He knew which chair was his “know-all” chair, as the cleaners, despite they are meant to clean, they didn't have time enough to clean the chairs of the class in the last three months. That was what our cheater thought when looking for it.
He found it, and when the Mindwrecker arrived to the class and explain some basic rules about the exam, he had already finished actualizing his magic chair.
Now he is doing the exam, and psychoanalysing the video, a video showing the tale of Icarus, and his doing pretty good. He knows almost all the secret meanings of the signs, and the ones he can't remember, he consults chair to know what they could mean.
The bells rings, and he gives his exam to her, the Mindwrecker, who gave his mark to him a week later. He had 6,5 out of 10, and his final mark, the one which represented the media of al the year, as an 8 out of 10.
He had done. He has passed Philosophy. And with a very good mark.
-Socrates said “I know that I know nothing”, but I say “I know that I know cheating”,- he thought while exiting the class.

Classmates & friends


At first, there were twenty-eight bilingual students. However, now, six years later, there are nineteen of us, as a result of some of them leaving (Ana María, Julia, William, Marina, Carmen, Manolo, Fernández, Ana Jiménez, Sergio and Gabriel) and others coming (Lucía). I'd like to talk about the first four, which I could say that I appreciate most.
Ana and I are friends since primary school. We've always been good friend (at least, I've always consider her a good friend). We liked practically the same things, at least in the beginning, because as time passed by they changed a little. However, this didn't stopped our friendship. I remember once, as we did get on so well, our friend's group said that we were the perfect marriage and created us an imaginary son! Unfortunately, she has moved to Málaga, and we can't meet with her as usual as before.
When talking about Julia, I'd say that the only difference between her and Ana were the glasses and the imaginary marriage. I met her in first year. I think that she started to talk with Ana first, and after that, she joined us to our group. Juls (as I used to call her) and I could laugh at every single nonsense said by any of us, so we got on really well too. Nevertheless, since she changed school with Ana, I hardly ever met her nowadays, and that's a pity, to be honest. Curiously, since Ana moved, she lives now in her old house!
William, better know as Guille, was also a lad with I could laugh with every time. He's always been very nice, and we had a very similar music tastes. As happened with Julia, we laughed at every single nonsense. He was also the person which I usually put with when we had to do a project, he was intelligent, funny, and a friend, things that made him a very good partner. However, he left the bilingual group and this secondary school due to he was worried about his marks in Maths. We have to thank this fact to Fernanda.
Last but not least, we have Marina. Marina was possibly the last one I started a friendship with. Unluckily, I can't remember why. The most characteristic fact about her is that I call her “Burka”, and she calls me (not so often) “Zombie”. I started to call her like this because she make a book review of a book named “Un burka por amor”, and she started to call me like that because I showed her once a zombie I had drawn by myself. She and also Guille are the ones who I mostly see nowadays.
To be honest, I'd would have liked to talk about some others, but if I did it, it would take me more pages than stars in the night sky, because the classmates and friends that we have during the bilingual project deserve a book for each one.