These stories are true, however names and a few details have been changed to hide the identity of parties involved.
Let’s just say a college professor and science-blogger, we’ll call him Dr. Bob, assigns a term paper on ecology to his class. The semester is winding to a close, and this paper will constitute a fair amount of the students’ class grade. Upon reading the papers, one catches his eye. It is well-written, informative, possess both depth and clarity…….why, its almost as if Dr. Bob had written it himself.
In fact, he did write it himself. As a blog post–and one he was particularly proud of as well. The student had apparently ‘google-ed’ the paper topic (an issue near and dear to Dr.Bob’s heart!) and chose a post written by her very own professor to plagiarize. While Dr. Bob’s name was not directly attached to the blog post, multiple links to pictures and info about him were on the page. Tsk tsk!
This is a person I actually knew. Knew and loathed. He came to undergrad fresh outta home school (red flag #1?), and my boyfriend at the time had the foul luck of being housed in a dorm room with him. We’ll call him Ted. Ted’s major at school, from best I could tell, was pretension, with a minor in flatulence. In Ted’s dorm room was a beautiful chessboard, which had a desk lamp pointed onto it–lighting it for effect on his desk. The only thing was Ted couldn’t play chess. He just liked the way it looked. The bookcase in Ted’s dorm was filled with thick books from the world’s greatest thinkers, so I figured that, while obnoxious, Ted MUST be intelligent by default after having read so many books. WRONG! At the end of the second semester, Ted was taking a Philosophy class where he had to write a term paper. Well, turns out, Ted handed in 16 pages straight out of Descartes’ Meditations—word for word, archaic English and all! When confronted by the Philosophy professor, Ted first denied it up and down until the professor pulled down his old copy of Meditations and began to read. Snapping the book shut, he said, “Either you’ve been alive for 400 years or you’re in some major shit.” Needless to say, Ted was promptly expelled from said institution. Last I heard he was attending an establishment with ‘community’ in the title, where I hope he had acquired a basic grasp of ethics, as well as chess. This was a particularly sweet episode of schnadenfreude for me, as not only was his nickname for me “Lolita,” but he wasted an entire ink cartridge to my laserjet on printing 100 flyers advertising his stupid classical radio show on the college radio channel.
I’m not sure which one of these is worse. Perhaps #2 as that’s just sheer stupidity and lack of ethics, rather than #1 which is mostly bad luck with a lack of ethics. Either way, you are the weakest link. Goodbye.