Though March is the longest month of the school year, I think it’s been good so far. Granted, it’s but a third over, still I am optimistic as to what it will bring.
I was thinking more of the perhaps immoral things students do in our school, but are certainly not confined to our school alone, things like stealing and cheating. I have never copied a paper and considered it cheating, though I have copied countless papers. It’s no thing of shame to me! Teachers might have this delusion that homework helps us understand the material better, but it’s really more like a waste of my time. I mean, I don’t want to spend 6 long hours at school only to have extra hours of schoolwork when I get home- I already learned it! I’m just copying information onto a sheet of paper, and all that is… well, it is but a waste of my precious time. Which is precisely why I copy.
I can’t admit to always knowing everything all the time, of course, but homework is usually very basic. And I do my part, I’ve lent probably more than 75% of my assignments to other students, if only because I cannot refuse to help mend a predicament that befalls me so frequently.
So for me, it’s never a conscious decision not to do any homework, but more of a forgotten task. I allow homework to be swept under the rug because I don’t think it’s useful. I hardly ever find myself looking at past assignments to study, in fact…
Well that brings me to an interesting point. I don’t really study, at all. What is studying? Sometimes I’ll discuss a topic with someone, but I can’t say I’m familiar with the hours behind textbooks trying to cram information. For me it’s like, if I know it then that’s because we went over it enough in class or I already knew it. If I don’t, tough luck for me! I’m not about to shove irrelevant information down my own throat on my own time.
Well, enough of that. “Cheating” has been addressed previously by many of my peers.
Which leads me to stealing. Stealing is far worse, a despicable sort of thing far below the “claiming of another’s intellectual property.” I saw someone steal something on Monday, and was nothing short of horrified. So horrified, that, despite myself I could do nothing but witness the act. The sleazy look on the kid’s face as he all-too-skillfully removed a few desired items from an unsuspecting pocket, and placed them in his sleazier inside coat compartment. I glared at this kid, and I sill wonder why I didn’t move to slap him or grab his sticky fingers in my indignant fist and verbally deny him masculinity. Or at least tell the victim that something had been stolen from him.
While I doubt whatever was stolen was very important, it was someone’s belongings. It feels terrible having something stolen, you feel duped and depraved. So I took it upon myself to promise that next time I saw anything like this happening ever again, I would do something, even if I felt too boiled-over with rage to move. Yes, it is popular philosophy that those who remain idle in the face of injustice are as bad as the wrongdoers themselves… I will not stand for such a title.
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