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And maybe I'm just a Grinch, but to get back to the misery-----I had a little Christmas Miracle present of another kind. And it really made my day!
Charlene is my age, and from a rough background. For some reason, this type of student (my age, female, from a rough background)-----is exactly the type to really push me to the edge. She was hostile, lazy, and always just on the safe side of over the limit. She knew how to play the game. And she was playing it. We had a battle going on about everything----her class participation grade, every single tea partying quiz answer, whether she did or did not hand it this or that. And the list goes on. She showed up an hour late to the final exam, handed in her final essay, and told me she expected to pass the class since she had received a B+ on her research essay (worth a hefty part of her grade). I told her that was not going to happen because of her poor grades in other things. She told me she was going to ask for a formal review of her grades, all of them, and that she had copies of everything and was going to go through the whole process. She obviously knows the whole process.
Now, I was not worried about her winning. No, I have all my i's dotted and my t's crossed. I've seen this coming. But she was going to make my life a little miserable, and over the break, too. I actually considered just giving her the tea partying C she wanted. But no, I wasn't really going to do it, I just thought about how much easier that would be.
Then, as the dust cleared and I was home in front of my fire at 3am this morning, I thought about that B+ on the research essay. Hmmmmm. This is what happened. Her essay was one of the last ones I corrected, and my laptop died as I was correcting it. My plagiarism inner bells had not gone off, but I would have run sentences from that paper through Google otherwise, (I collect essays hard copy, and then type suspect prose into Google----it works pretty well), simply on the principle that I could not stand this woman. I thought about doing it quickly before class, but I hit traffic, and her first essay I had carefully checked and not found anything, so. I just let it go. A B+ for her. Huzzah.
Suddenly, her uncorrected final essay gleamed at me in the firelight like a divine message. I picked up the essay, and typed in the first sentence.
And it was the bestest Christmas gift she could have given me! There that first sentence was,and there her entire essay was, on this web page.
I won't give any more of the web address, but if you look around on that site, obviously there's some secret handshake for the snowflakes to come find "free" essays. That is, unless they end up having to pay the price.
Sweet relief. The plagiarism policy at my college is plain as day, in the handbook and on my syllabus. This has become an open and shut case.
Thank you very much, Charlene! That was so thoughtful of you!