In the hush of the exam hall, a tale unfolds,
A student's desperate act, a story to be told.
Papers shared, pencils poised, minds filled with care,
A test of knowledge and honor, a moment rare.
Yet amidst the silence, a betrayal took flight,
A hidden answer booklet, deceit's dark delight.
From his pocket it emerged, a mirror of deceit,
A tool of malpractice, a shameful, dishonest feat.
In those stolen moments, his secrets were inscribed,
Answers to be smuggled, integrity denied.
But fate's swift hand intervened, justice took its stride,
A chase through the corridors, a soul caught in its tide.
He fled in desperation, his hopes in disarray,
But the arms of justice held him, there was no escape that day.
University's guardians arrived, firm in their stance,
To bear witness to his actions, to offer no second chance.
Tears streamed down his face, words pleaded for grace,
But malpractice's shadow, once cast, left little space.
A lecturer's words echoed, a solemn truth foretold,
"The panel shall decide, a tale yet to unfold."
So the story unfolds, in verses of remorse,
A student's ill-fated choice, a tarnished course.
In the realm of academia, where truth is held dear,
His destiny now rests, with a judgment severe.
I drew inspiration from what happened in my examination hall. A student was caught in the act of examination malpractice, and now he's left with a fate that only the panel can decide. Will he lose his studentship, or will he just be suspended for a few years? I can't tell what will happen next. Malpractice is bad, and the consequences are heart-shattering.