I let friends copy my homework and vice versa. It only really worked for stuff like math and science where there was one right answer, but if you didn’t have time to do the assignment, it was good to know you could “borrow” someone else’s answers for the day.
I also recall doing some of my brother’s homework when I was home on break from college. On one occasion, his French teacher had given them this packet of ridiculously stupid busy work (word finds and stuff) and he was overloaded with other assignments, so since I’d had 5 years of French, I did the packet while he worked on other stuff. I just made my handwriting a little more messy to look like his. I didn’t see anything wrong with it; it’s not like he was going to learn anything from a stupid word find anyway.
I had a pretty big crush on a girl in my class in 9th grade. She figured it out (I guess it’s not that hard…) and for a few weeks, basically traded the favor of smiling and talking to me for a few minutes for me doing some homework for her in a class we shared that I excelled in. Eventually I figured out this wasn’t some kind of gateway to a shared future of any kind and cut it off, and the smiles and chitchat disappeared too. Ah well.
Also, kudos on the mass, class action stealth brag implied in phrasing the OP, assuming we’d all be on the production rather than consumer side of a cheating arrangement
I basically wrote a paper for one of my friends in college. She was a nice woman. She was also pre-med, very good at science, not so good at writing papers, especially the final for this horrible knowledge integration course we were required to take on the History of Science. The professor was well, interesting, and we all got experience in dealing with delusional people in power from him. I was helping her write the paper one day when she fell asleep complete exhaustion. I sat down at her computer, finished the paper and let her sleep. I truly doubt not writing that paper will ever negatively influence the quality of care her patients receive.
Bullshit. I had several slimeballs in GE classes who wanted to cheat when I was in university, and have no doubt that they went on to higher level courses, but got more circumspect about cadging information.
Only once in a math class. She had a LOT of homework, probably over a hundred problems a week (often over 200 or 300, near the end of the semester, there was two times where she had to do over 1k in three days), and a good portion of the problems were rather involved and time consuming – and that was on top of other classes. I made her solve several (5-6) type of each type of problem, to make sure she could do it, but given the sheer volume I just did the rest of the problems for her* because basic algebra is so second nature to me by now I can do a problem in 30 seconds or less usually.
I know that SHE could have become that fast had she done the problems, but the volume of work was so ridiculous that it was starting to become a serious hindrance to both her academic AND social life. Normally I wouldn’t even consider it, but I thought it was so bonkers that I might as well in that circumstance.
*They were autograded online, so there was no way to notice any handwriting discrepancy or a different way of approaching the problem or something.
ETA: For age, I’m 22.5-ish, this was only a year or so ago.
From the state of the economy and the ethics of those involved in creating the problem, they’re probably in banking or finance, happily fucking millions of Americans out of billions of dollars, kicking them out of their homes, and moaning about how they got a bonus that’s only twice the annual salary of the average person.
There was once or twice in really pointless classes that I let someone cheat of me, but I was never really friends with them (I didn’t have a lot of friends in school, and none of my friends needed to cheat). And probably once or twice I saw and used answers off someone else. But most of the time when I could see answers I didn’t use them.
I did a little bit. I didn’t sit with my arm curled around my test sheet blocking everyone from glancing at my answers, like some kids did. If people could see and wrote my answers down, I didn’t really care.
Freshman year we had this insane history teacher. His method of teaching seemed to be to have us read the chapter and answer the dozen or so questions at the end of the chapter. We had to write out each answer to each question in a complete sentence, making sure the nature of the question was evident in the answer. We were assigned 2-3 chapters per week. Pages and pages of writing each week. My best friend and I used to split the work in half and then swap papers and copy the other persons work down, changing the wording slightly so we didn’t have identical answers. I figured I learned as much copying the information off of her paper as I would have copying the information out of the book.
Often. In middle school, it was all other kids cheating off of me, because I was an insecure nerd and they’d pressure me into it. It was copying homework more often than tests though.
In high school, it was more mutual. At one of the schools I attended, one of the elderly nun teachers often fell asleep while we were doing quizzes, and the whole class would pass around the answers. Later, I had an AP calculus class that was full of smart but lazy people. Whenever one of us forgot our homework and asked someone else to help us cheat, the response was either “sure” or “I didn’t do it either!”
I graduated high school in 2008. Seemed like the prevailing attitude was they were giving us an unnecessary volume of homework and we were justified in sticking it to the man.
You just reminded me of a certain history teacher I had in undergrad. She was only a few years older than her students – certainly under 30 – and was studying for her doctorate at another school while teaching at mine. So she put practically no effort into teaching, being more interested in doing her own coursework elsewhere. I took two classes from her, both Monday-Wednesday-Friday. On test weeks she would, on Monday, tell us the specific topics that would be covered on the test. On Wednesday, she’d write the exact test questions on the chalkboard, then abandon us to, ah, “study.” All tests were both open notebook and open book.
