I can't even say what I'd really want to confess.
Guilt and shame will get me every time.
It's easier to suppress everything like it didn't happen.
Most of it isn't my fault anyway, but my brain thinks it is.
All I can think is that I cheated briefly on one question of a Uni Maths exam.
Someone's paper was very visible near me with their graph showing.
I realised I'd been reading the question wrong so I did it their way.
When I was a TA I had to grade about 200 philosophy papers.
Near the end I was so tired I just put random checkmarks and the word "Good!"
I can't think of anything else except the big stuff.
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