The Penalty for Cheating

[ToolmanTim]

Professor Frederick Schultz up and down the aisles of his class. It was a freshman survey class, a required core curriculumn course, but there were a few sophomores there two, transfer students, and people who couldn't fit this course into their schedule last year. As a newly minted Phd it was his first year of teaching college, and most of his courses were the ones none of the other professors in his department wanted to teach. Right now it was the end of a session and he was answering questions the students had about his lecture, or the reading assignment. The midterm was coming up and some of the students who had been skipping his lectures were starting to show up in class again.

Fred, or Rick, he answered to both, liked walking among this large class, it made things a bit less formal and he liked the intimacy it gave him with his students.

He was answering some question on a point of minutia as he walked by one of his top students. She came to every lecture, did well on the assignments and the tests, and was quite pleasant to look at, which was a plus. He happened to glance down and could see right down her blouse. Fred didn't stumble in his answer, but he did blink, trying to clear his head before some inappropriate thoughts entered it. When his eyes opened up they focused on her bag. The bag sat next to her desk, and it was open. He saw a piece of paper that looked familiar in it. He thought it was one of his handouts at first but after a second he realized what it was.

Fred stopped talking and glanced back at the girl. He shook his head, bent down and pulled the paper out of her bag.

It was a copy of his mid-term exam. He had just finished writing it up last week. How the hell did she get a copy of it?

Fred considered all of his options. He decided not to make a scene in public. He rolled up the test and said to the girl, "See me after class."

Fred finished answering questions and less then ten minutes later he dismissed the class, and walked back to his desk, trying to decide how to handle this.

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[scarlettnuit]

Lily strutted into class feeling better about the mid-term than she had Friday. Over the course of the weekend, she discovered that she was weak on a number of subjects and that she couldn’t bullshit her way out of these kinds of topics.

Of course, she wasn’t the typical university student. When she walked into class that morning, her hot pink hair, tight black pants, and cut off Misfit’s shirt made her stand out like a sore thumb. It wasn’t so much that she lacked intelligence behind heavily eye lined green eyes, but that she simply had no passion for the material. She’s rather spend her time painting, going to shows, and well, anything that didn’t involve this class.

She had managed to run into Schultz’s assistant over the weekend. She had worn her black leather corset and a short skirt when she “accidentally” ran into him. He invited her back to his place, she slipped a roofie in his drink, and then stole a copy of the midterm. She couldn’t afford to fail this class; she would die if she had to sit through it again.

As Rick, as he liked to call himself from time to time, walked by her as he made the rounds, she noticed him stop. When she turned her attention to his face, his eyes made it evident that he knew what was in her bag, he promptly proved this by pulling the sheet of paper out. Her porcelain skin tinged pink as he asked her to stay after class.

She chewed her ruby red bottom lip for a moment as the other students filtered out of the classroom. She felt more embarrassed than words could admit but she choked it down. She decided to let her attitude take over as she strutted down to her professor’s desk, her spiked boots making light thunk sounds as she walked towards him.

“You wanted to see me?” she asked, back straight, head lifted lightly as if everything was fine.