Tuesday, November 14, 2006
I have fallen on the wrong side of the academic code, apparently, for cheating, or rather, being an accessory to cheating. All I had to do was to lend my physics problem set, like a trusting fool, to a friend who then faithfully copied everything
without my consent, because she was in too much of a 'hurry' to formulate her own solutions.
As if this semester weren't enough of a crumbling ruin already.
Now I have to talk to my professor and hope like hell he would be the forgiving sort. And there's the classic moral dilemma: should I tell the truth (which is to protest my innocence and point the mean, accusatory finger) or should we collaborate on a cover story that might present the situation in a better, if entirely distorted, light? Because, you know, friends don't grow on trees (especially not here), she's still a genuinely nice person and to be human is to err, etc.?
On the other hand I don't especially relish the thought of adding academic disciplinary action to the list of things I routinely worry about.
Thank goodness for Howard Shore and the
Two Towers soundtrack set that came in the mail today.
words were spilled on Tuesday, November 14, 2006