Now the class was taught by a really cool professor, Mario Aste. I'd initially signed up for the class for the credits - this was a guaranteed A and three credits in the basket, but I really started to enjoy the class. No, besides the sex scenes. And I don't usually have a problem with papers and the like. Then one saturday morning....
(phone rings)
keith: "dude, wake up!"
me: "uhh..."
k: "big trouble....reach Aste's office in 15 mins!"
me: "uhh.....huh?"
k: "plagiarism. nishith, you and me."
me: "???"
10 mins later.....
me: "what the hell happened??
nishith: "aste's giving us an F for copying from each other's papers."
me: "but it was you fuckers who looked at my paper and copied from it! My stuff's all original!"
n: "yeah, you're getting screwed anyway. he doesn't care who copied from whom. he's failing everyone who has similar stuff."
It took 30 mins worth of groveling and pleading before he let us off. And we had to rewrite the damn paper. Actually only I had to rewrite it......the other two were writing it for the first time....
moral: don't have dumbasses for friends.
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