I’m not terribly proud of it these days, but I accepted a hell of a lot of money to write other peoples’ term papers for them when I was fresh out of high school and needed a hell of a lot of money to… um… well, actually, to support my bad habits…
There are any number of college students, I discovered, with a ridiculous amount of money and no brains at all, who can’t be bothered with such things, and will cheerfully hand you hundreds of dollars when they need a decent term paper built from scratch in two days. I once charged someone more than $300 when he begged me to help him out (on Saturday) for a nine-page paper that was due Monday morning… and this was back in the early eighties.
I would like to say I ceased to do it because it was wrong, possibly illegal, immoral, and lots of other stuff. Truth is, I gave it up because I came pretty close to being caught, once, due to the near-complete idiocy of one of my customers. Wound up sitting through an hour-long grilling… after which nothing could be proven, so I walked. It very much brought home the potential consequences of what I was doing… namely, the throwing away of quite a few college hours in which I’d invested a lot of time and money.
Idiot Customer never realized how close I came. Or, for that matter, how close SHE came, since they apparently didn’t grill her the way they grilled me. Why? I dunno.
The moral of the story is: Sometimes, One Must Get Real Close To The Edge To Appreciate The Length Of The Fall. I was lucky they didn’t have any solid evidence on me, and I learned an important lesson.
Nowadays, on the other hand, idiot collegians can Google up nearly anything, cut-and-paste it into Microsoft Word, and cheerfully torpedo themselves without ever realizing that professors can use Google too…