<p>My ears are burning for good and bad reasons. I have disappointed some and not others. Plagiarism, as in not proper citing appropriately, will always seem to me to an error not a crime, especially in the case of community college students who have deep understanding of academic debate.</p>
<p>By penalizing them I would just invite more lying and defensiveness. The problem can be better solved by giving papers that grow directly out of class discussion. I don’t even give research papers. Today I heard a colleague whose class period abuts mine telling a student the same thing.</p>
<p>And if it’s a more complex issue like, “did your father write this?” I want a study to say, “yes,” so I can say, “why don’t you redo it?” I see no point in punishment whatever the student’s understanding.</p>
<p>My goal is more literacy and I will stick by it.</p>
<p>And yes, I have committed lapses of judgment and academic dishonesty in my personal life and not helped my kids and learned the hard way to stay out of their academic lives and learned that parental anxiety can lead some of us, though obviously not all, into a thorny and dishonest thicket.</p>
<p>And for that, I do hang my head.</p>
<p>But I am pleased about the compassion and understanding it has given me.</p>
<p>I love teaching writing. I want to see unvarnished papers. I have spent a lifetime learning how best to help students, and I want to do it, usually out of simple love.</p>
<p>And many of our students have never experienced the love of a teacher, and it is a great motivator, greater than F’s or academic probation as far as I can see.</p>
<p>I taught three classes today, a grueling day and a lot of traffic, too.</p>
<p>But the rewards were manifold.</p>
<p>I am truly sorry that my moral lapses have lost me respect of some forever. </p>
<p>And I am truly grateful I have a compassionate heart, black though it may be.</p>
<p>And I plan to continue in this way – helping student by student. </p>
<p>I did have the son of a friend in a class; he was taking a college level course instead of high school English. He’s now a very successful engineering student at Bucknell. He got terrible grades in writing. I took a look at his writing. I thought he wrote quite well. Everything was just too brief because no one had ever taught him to exemplify. So we wrote brilliant, concise generalizations and got low grades because his papers were a fourth the length they should have been.</p>
<p>I told him, and his father, that he was a gifted writer. The father said, “Are you on LSD?” a knock at my hippie past. But I was able to teach him that concrete examples were what his writing lacked. He wondered why no one had ever told him that before. I couldn’t answer him.</p>
<p>His father, a psychiatrist, could never accept that his son could write well and continued to add to all his papers. I told the mom, another doctor, and my original friend, to tell the boy to send me papers directly. He never did. Amy said I could give her boy a low grade, but I didn’t because I knew he would have earned an A on his own anyway.</p>
<p>I can’t imagine what he’s going to design, and I can’t imagine any way the world would have benefited had I blown the whistle on this boy. I made my position clear. I taught him what I could.</p>