Define cheating. I don’t really see a problem with not specifically stopping someone from copying off of me. They may be cheating, but I’m not. I didn’t ask them to do it, and it’s not my responsibility to make them not cheat.
I also don’t think it cheating to find a creative way of dealing with something. It’s not cheating to not read the class reading assignment and then talk to people ahead of time so that you get a knowledge of what the contents were. It’s not cheating to share notes. It’s not cheating to work together on homework, nor to ask or give help on such. That’s what separates homework from tests.
I absolutely did not cheat by copying anyone’s work directly*. I wrote my own papers, and always correctly cited everything I did use. I never had someone else do my work for me. I never directly helped anyone else get away with cheating, though I’ll admit I was sometimes overly helpful in helping them learn. And I very much did copy notes so that I could spend my time in class completing the homework so I didn’t have to take it home.
Now, I did cheat once in college, having someone else write a paper for me because I was pressed for time. I got a C on that paper. Luckily, the rest of my grades pulled me up to an A, but I decided never to do that again.
*Save for one desperate time, when I found out my calculus teacher was actually counting homework, and that involved copying from the back of the book–and I find it hard to consider using answers given to the students as cheating, but i guess I was being very deceitful. And I would occasionally do other problems.
My history teacher would write the test questions on the blackboard at the beginning of the day and then pull down the projector screen in front of it. We didn’t have history until 6th period, and one of my friends would get someone in the earlier classes to copy down all the questions and give it to us. Then we’d spend lunch looking up the answers.
I had another class, computer programming, where we received almost no instruction, as the teacher was teaching a couple different classes simultaneously in the computer lab. There were only three of us in the class, and none of us were too interested in learning programming, so one of us would get a hold of the finished program and we’d all copy and paste it. (We’d change enough so it wasn’t too obvious.) The teacher must have suspected something was up, as we screwed around constantly and never had any problems or questions, but I guess they were overloaded and didn’t care. Maybe if I’d actually bothered to learn programming, I’d have a more lucrative job now, so the joke’s on me.
Somewhat embarassed to say that I got through high school by cheating. I was too caught up in partying and skipping class! Got told 2 weeks before graduation that if I missed one more day, I would not graduate. Hated school, guess that’s why I never went to college…
Never cheated nor helped someone intentionally cheat, but once was told (by the cheater) that he had copied my answers on my geometry test.
I had not been too concerned about someone cheating on that test, since, as I told him, the teacher had passed out two different versions of the test, alternating them between the students. Hence, I knew the people around me had a different test than what I had. He had copied the wrong answers.
We had a lot of group projects, and I would tend to let the others in the group, uh, take the lead. There were at least several occasions where my main contribution was adding my name to the final product. Good thing I was so damned charming.
There was never any reason to cheat. I knew I’d get an A with minimal effort. In addition to being just plain wrong, it wasn’t worth the work for no actual gain.
I never plagiarized, I never copied answers, but I frequently write helpful programs and notes into my calculator for math and physics quizzes. I’m smart enough to know how my calculator works; I feel I should get an advantage for that.
I selected “I helped someone else cheat on homework more than three times”, but I never viewed selling my calculus homework as cheating. I always thought of it as a business opportunity.
I never, ever cheated. I didn’t see the point. If my friends who were struggling needed help, I was happy to provide it in the form of teaching them the material or helping them research or edit their essays.
There is little point to cheating in high school. The whole point is to learn things.
I didn’t cheat on tests, mainly because testing well is my super-power, so it didn’t seem necessary. But for papers, projects, and homework, if I turned something in, I probably didn’t do the work honestly.
Never! I was as shocked as everyone else when the temporary tattoo I had doodled on my left arm and right leg looked vaguely like the answers to the Biology final. The subconscious sure plays funny tricks sometimes, doesn’t it?
I helped a lot of my friends out with homework in high school. Usually this involved teaching them how to do something. Other times when we had plans to do something or go somewhere, I would just do it for them. I was the weird one who actually liked to do homework.
The only time I ever personally cheated was during confirmation classes at church. We had to memorize all the books of the bible (both old and new testament) in order. I wrote them all on the inside of my forearm so I did well on the test!
I “cheated” on homework in math and French, but in the business world, it would be called a “team project,” where my friends and I would split up the work, each do a few problems and share with the group. Say we had 20 algebra problems. If four of us did five each (and bonus: we had to do math to make this come out fairly), we all got our home work done in a quarter of the time.
Only once I cheated on a paper. It was for a class called “Quest” which I think was just the teacher’s excuse to teach any random shit he felt like talking about. We learned about art history, politics, how the stock market works, how to balance a checkbook, movie and film appreciation, all kinds of random nonsense that was mostly irrelevant to anything. For the final exam, he asked us to write a one-page essay about anything. It could even be a poem, if you like, he told us. I was really busy, it was my senior year, and I had about six other papers to write and tests to take. So I went home and pulled out my Depeche Mode Black Celebration cassette and copied down the lyrics to one of the songs. I knew the teacher would have never heard of DM, seeing as how most of my classmates hadn’t either, so I probably wouldn’t get caught.
I got an A. Actually, Martin Gore got an A. Well done, mate!
I never knowingly helped someone cheat in high school, but I know I accidentally did once (someone I thought was done with a test asked me a question about it, then pulled out her paper and wrote down the answer- whoops!).
I am WAY too paranoid and uptight to have ever cheated myself.
I never cheated on a test, I never cheated on a project, and I don’t think I cheated on homework (although it would help to have a definition of “cheating” here). So that’s three options I would have picked.
When I was in 10th grade one of the cute girls in my class (English? History? Don’t even remember at this point) sat one back and one over from me. I was one of the “smart kids” and she wanted to copy off my tests and quizzes.
She batted her eyes and looked all cute and of course she was paying attention to me so I said sure, thinking to myself that I might be able to snag a date or eat lunch together or something.
So I made sure to hold my papers where she could see them, and a couple of times even passed my quizzes over to her so she could copy down the answers.
It took me a few weeks for me to wise up that I was a CHUMP–she didn’t give me the time of day outside of class. Seeing that my crush was not turning out like I had hoped, I decided to salvage some of my pride. For the mid-term I wrote down all sorts of wrong answers, passed her my sheet, and when I got it back, changed all my answers to be correct. I know, I know, passive-agressive, but it felt good at the time.
