Cheaters Broke Me. So I Broke Their Brains.

I snapped. I’m not even sorry. My students thought I was some chill pushover who wouldn’t notice them cheating off each other during multiple choice quizzes. Spoiler: I noticed. They smirked when they joked about it. Thought I didn’t care. So I went full petty genius. I took the quiz I wrote years ago, ran it through ChatGPT, and got 24 versions—same questions, but the answer orders scrambled. Labeled. Every. Single. One. Form B. All of them. The cheaters? Absolutely fried. Blank stares. Panic. One would ace it, the next would bomb—and they couldn’t figure out why. I watched it unfold like a soap opera. They couldn’t even complain without exposing themselves. Delicious. Yes, I hand-graded 80 quizzes. No, I don’t regret a damn second. They played games. I changed the rules. #TeacherRevenge #ZeroChill #CheatingCaught #SmallWins