In my nice convent school, where I studied because Mom wanted her kids to wear white uniforms to school (no thanks, Mom), we had a special examination prayer.
The Principal used to ask us to close our eyes and repeat "God sees me". It was the anti-cheating mantra that was supposed to ensure that we wear moral blinkers for the three hours we were regurgitating information on paper.
I hated the nauseous, semi-dead feeling that examinations induced in me. Following the Principal's lead, I would shut my eyes and recite:
"God. Sieze me."