…is me.

The final I had today was really easy, and I finished within 10 minutes. However, the professor requested that nobody leave within the first 25 minutes so that others don’t get disturbed. So I spent 15 minutes observing everyone else around me.

During that time I happened to notice that the people sitting in front of me kept talking. The girl would lean over to the guy, whisper something, he would say something back, and then she would scribble furiously on her test paper. Or the guy would write something on his paper and show it to her and she would scribble on her paper. I watched them do this for several minutes.

When my 15 minutes were up, I slipped a note to the professor telling what I saw. He didn’t look very pleased, to say the least. I know I put him in an awkward situation, and I feel bad for it.

So, yes, that makes me a tattle-tale. And the world’s uncoolest person.

But if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s people who refuse to take responsibility for their mistakes. Cheating is inexcusable. If you did not sufficiently prepare, suck it up and learn from it. I see no reason why someone like this should get a better grade than someone who put all their time and energy into studying. It sickens me.