Stealing the Answers: Prevaricators in the Classroom

When the last accused cheater arrived at my office door (at my request), he appeared defiant and intimidating. "Yeah, uh, you wanted to see me," he sneered. The young man stood in the doorway, his arms crossed in front of his chest; he stared intently past me, out my window, and smirked when I asked him to have a seat. He refused. I asked him again, adding "please." He rolled his eyes and remained standing. It was a bad start to a meeting that seven full years of graduate school hadn't

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