I am invigilating again, after a pause of nearly five years. This is a duty of all teachers in our university, and there are few ways around it. For several years I was spared as department head, and the rest of the time my department was spared as a whole because one of us was the Chief Invigilator, the poor soul who coordinates the entire effort for the university. Anyhow, some seventy kids are sitting in front of me and sweating over some moronic questions that are supposed to reflect their abilities. My main rôle is to ensure that these abilities are of the right kind, of course. And this is what I am doing to the best of my ability, no matter how much sympathy I have for the students, nor how little I appreciate the cramped examination system in the United Kingdom. In the end, when the chips are down, it is a question of pride not to let the silly kids cheat. Cheat me, that is. I bet this is how real jailers feel, too.