Ultimatelly, who judges your performance? Who is it that you have to answer to for failure or excellence? You.
Sure, it might be a matter of passing or failing, or keeping a scholarship or being faced with paying out of pocket. But eventually, school is done, good or bad, and the only remaining constant in your life is you.
How would it feel, years down the road, when your little child looks at you and says "I want to be just like you when I grow up." You know, even now, that that ethical fork in the road will come back, tapping on the insides of your eyelids. Your child will have to make this sort of decision for themselves as well, and what will you do? Will you lie to them and say that 'daddy did the right thing'? Or will you tell the truth and say that 'daddy is a liar and lying is ok if it works in your favor'? Or, will you proudly tell the truth, that you did the right thing despite the fact that it cost you a few points on a test which contributed to a grade that no one looked at after you graduated?
How can you hope to raise a child into an honest and respectable adult who aspires to the greater ideals if you know in your heart that you compromised the little ones? You can't build a home from rotten bricks.
Yes, a few extra points here and there may add up to a higher grade, but it won't be your grade. You will not have earned it, and for the rest of your life you will make excuses to yourself. It wasn't really an A, technically it was a B+. Some people here, and many out there, judge themselves and others just by numbers. They lie constantly, they spread FUD and disinformation and they puff out their chests with hot air.
Do you want that on your conscience? Do you want to know, even if no one else does, that you are less than you appear? Do you want to secretly feel guilty for your success?
Once you are out of school, grades don't matter. While I was still in school, there came a point when I stopped caring about the grades in the first place. Oddly, my grades only improved as a consequence. It would be a shame to carry guilt over something that turns out not to matter.
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