Will There Be a Charming Third Time?

I cheated on my economics exam.

It wasn't hard to pull off. My professor made it self-scheduled so all I had to do was show up at the designated building at some point in the week, sign-in at the desk, and complete the damn thing. I did all of that except for the part where I did not go to the test room and instead headed for the library where I then proceeded to pour over my notes and textbooks, verifying answers on Google when necessary. Two and a half hours later, I returned to the other building and turned my test back in with a slight frown on my face. It doesn't matter though; I still had a hard time answering the questions. The gods would be smiling down upon me if I get a B.

No, I don't feel bad. It was something I had to do to prevent myself from fucking up academically again this year. I had rather not come down to that option, but I'll take it when enough's at stake. Yeah. I'd do it again. I've done it before.