Course work.

I picked up my work from college today. It looked very amateurish, which it was. I had done it, myself. My work may not be spectacular, but it is my own. I hate cheats, and remember when I moved on to grammar school, that one of my former class mates, had a poem printed in the college magazine. I remembered the poem from my time in junior three, were we had to learn parrot fashion a series of poems. it was quite a daft poem, and started with the line, "I saw a codfish swimming in a river by the sea." I still remember the daft ditty to this day. I tackled my former schoolchum, who feigned ignorance, and said it was his own work. I didn't see the lad in question for some time, and then in the 70's he became a councillor. He moved on fairly rapidly, and I heard that he became something in one of the political parties. One of fellow students regularly turned up two hours late for a three hour lesson. Always handed his work in late, and best of all nicked a project from the bin. One student's work had received a fairly harsh critique, with suggestions regarding how to rescue it. In a fit of pique, the student threw it in the bin, and that was the last we saw of it. That is, until the laggardly student resurrected the dumped project. It was garbage, and every other student realised straightaway whose work it was. He blustered his way through it, and submitted the very sub-standard work. I spotted it today, when I picked up my project. I suspect that he will not pick this up, and it will remain behind at the start of the new term, and the tutor will use it with the other abandoned projects, as examples of good and bad projects.