I know what you’re thinking: Uh-oh, he’s got that smile on his face again, that smug, self-satisfied look that means he’s up to no good. And you’re right, I am, but what the smile really means is: I know what’s about to happen and you don’t. Has the leftover tuna casserole been eaten? Have the trash can liners been discreetly slashed? Are there marbles scattered at the top of the stairs? You just don’t know, do you?
You mean it’s possible that kitty isn’t as sweet and innocent as he appears? I’m finding that hard to believe. 😜
Sir I will volunteer to administer “enhanced snuggling” until this (ridonculously cute) suspect talks.
That’s the same look some of my students get on their face when they think: “I just cheated on your exam and got an A I didn’t deserve.” Too bad they got all the right answers on the wrong version of the test!
There’s nothing quite like a cheater getting hoisted by their own petard.
Oh geez. Would so love to ‘leak’ a bad copy with wrong answers.
Can just imagine their faces when they sit down to the exam, “It’s a Trap!!!”
My junior-year American History class in high school had two sections, and I was in the second. Some of the kids in the earlier class routinely shared the answers to the short quizzes we got most days. Either the teacher never caught on or she didn’t care enough to bother coming up with different questions for us. (They were like 5 questions, mostly true/false and fill-in-the-blank type questions, and didn’t count for much of our grade, so I’d guess she just wasn’t that worried about it.)
A lot of teachers seem to take the attitude, at least for the little stuff, that you’re only cheating yourself. I’m of two minds. On the one hand, a student who only stays honest because of the looming eye of Sauron isn’t exactly growing as a person. On the other, there’s a reason schools teach history.
Except you’re not just cheating yourself, other people get harmed at well because the curve is set too high.
This stuff happens at good universities too. Most (if not all) good employers (and grad schools) filter on grades. Those who are honest don’t get those same opportunities because inevitably their grades aren’t high enough.
I agree. I wasn’t asking for the answers (I was one of the nerds who probably already knew them, anyway**) but it was hard to not hear them sometimes, and, well, I wasn’t gonna put down the wrong answer just because I heard it from someone else already. They were things we would know if we had paid attention the day before and done our homework.
**In my biology class sophomore year, when the teacher handed back tests, on the back of the last page (so everyone could see it as he went around, and yes, I question the wisdom of doing this, in hindsight) he had everyone’s names on a scale of grades. It was always me and maybe one or two others at the top, most of the class in the middle, and one or two at the bottom. He would also ask at the bottom of the test how many minutes we studied. I rarely did, so I often wrote zero, or some impossible number of minutes if I was feeling snarky. One of the kids who was always somewhere in the middle asked me one day how I always got As when I admitted I didn’t study, and I was like, “um, I pay attention in class?” (That was also the year we learned about evolution, which I find immensely interesting.)
Trouble, yes, but totally worth it. It’s the kitten way.
Mister, if you have time for mischief, you have time for snorgling!
Good gracious! Is there another Dillards/Darlings fan here?!?
I consider myself as a fan! one of my biggest regrets is that I passed up a chance to see the Dillards live in concert. Their song “Rainmaker” always makes me cry!
Just fight it!
Squee!
That leetle peenk nosicle is begging for a tiny boop.