You lie your head on your desk, your arms wrapped around to conceal your face, which is pressing against the surface that you realize 12 years later was probably sneezed on several times by one of your classmates only minutes earlier. And your thumb is up, high and proud. You begin to sweat and the air you breathe gets heavier and heavier.
All of a sudden, you get a tap on your thumb. It shoots down. Instead of waiting for the round to end, you sneak a peak at the perpetrators shoes or maybe even the bottom of their shirt. A red, striped shirt and white keds.
When the round ends, and it is time for you to pick from a row of suspects, you know exactly who to choose.
Ha! You knew it...good old Jenny Smith, that bitch. You hesitate for a few seconds and scan the other suspects to make it seem like you really didn't know all along. Then you point.
Now you are a champion in your own right. And you did it by cheating...at Heads Up Seven Up.
