Now, it so happened that Saru was a musician. A dedicated, but lazy musician. One day, her teacher came up to her and said, Saru, in that irritating way that warns, 'you're in for it'. Last year, you didn't go to any of the concerts. And you just missed another! That's eight concerts you've missed out of the eight you could have been at during your WHOLE HIGH SCHOOL CAREER.
High school is a career? It pays kinda sucky, thought Saru. But her teacher assigned her a ten-page essay on the advances jazz made from classical music, due in two weeks.
When Saru went home, however, she found herself with nothing to do. There was nothing on her television except static (she had no cable) and there was no homework so early in the school year. So, she decided, she'd do the pesky essay and hand it in two weeks early and earn some brownie points.
She sat at her computer, and, for the next three hours, researched jazz and classical music on Google, and wrote a simply mah-velous essay of fifteen pages that even she, as a decent writer, was proud of. The next day, when she handed it in, she beamed in the glare that her teacher gave her when the essay was given to her.
So, during her lunch period, Saru was extremely surprised that she was called down to the main office, who directed her to the dreaded...
Vice Principal's Office.
The evil witch of the Vice Principal's Office asked question after question about certain words and bits of advanced grammar, and finally, after nearly a half hour of interrogation, Saru had proven that she did indeed write the essay and was not simply a horrible plagarist. Defeated, the evil witch glared at Saru until she was out of sight, and, who knows, maybe after.
And that, children, is why you should always write like you are stupid, so that people don't think you're copying off someone else because you couldn't possibly be smart enough to know what 'expunge' means.
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