And then how 'bout some 'academic tattoos' on the palm or arm. You enter the Examination Hall. Scenario is scary, situation is tight, stomach is in knots. A chill of desperation goes down the spine as you gawk at the question paper. It asks you to define bizarre terms you've never heard of, explain weird phenomena occurring in some remote part of the world.
Unspeakable horrors invade the consciousness.
Renewed with a fresh lease of frantic energy you start Operation Cheating. The God of Guilt starts his sermon. So, armed with a racing heartbeat, sweaty palms and desperate determination you nudge, poke and peep. Reach for that scrap down your sock and use every trick up your sleeve.