Well, so, here’s how it’s gone down so far. Graded myself right into what I initially suspected was a stress-cold, only to hear from the friends I saw this past weekend that they’re all rocking sore throats, and thus correctly deduced that I’d be in no shape to work come morning. With that in mind, I set up my plan anyway, to be executed in my absence.
Today is Progress Report day, so most of my kids will at this point have been made aware by their homeroom teachers that they are failing- and, since this poem is their only test grade until next week- most of them are definitely failing. Not just the cheaters, but the substantially larger fraction that just straight didn’t do the work at all.
Today, with me out, the instructions I’ve left suggest that they’ll be having their next test grade at the end of this week, and thus those who are currently passing should use the class period to study for it, while the half or so who is royally failing has until today to turn in their sonnet. It is already late and will be graded as such, but a 70 is still a lot better than a 0, which stands to easily flunk them for the semester.
I’ve also left my class with the instruction that Sonnet Generator doesn’t actually create an original sonnet, but rather fills in a pre-existing one, replacing a few blanks with the words of their choosing, therefore creating essentially the same poem every time, and that while I genuinely would have fallen for it if just one student had used it, receiving nine identical poems was not at all stealthy of them, and the cheaters have already been reported.
Also included was a reminder that Ms. Blue loves poetry, and therefore that ripping off someone as famous as Robert Frost in her class is about as smart as trying to pass Old Town Road as your own work. I’ve heard it.
That should make some of the cheaters squirm without calling any of them out individually. Meanwhile, I compiled all of the plagiarized poems in a folder, complete with notes on each one about how and from whom each one was plagiarized, and delivered left it in the care of a teacher friend to deliver to the principal’s office today, accompanying an email reporting all 15 for academic dishonesty.
The reply reaffirms school policy. Zero in the gradebook, after-school detention, and an alternate assignment of comparable weight and difficulty. However, I can avoid handing referral slips to students directly by having the office simply call them themselves. They still get embarrassed to a degree which satisfies my bloodlust, but my hands are clean and my butt is covered.
At present, I’m a snotty mess who feels like hot garbage, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t pretty satisfied.
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