I remember the impatient anticipation as we approached high school's end of year.
I remember group study and late nights before finals because, speaking honestly, I spent a lot of time with procrastinators of the first degree.
I remember a take-home physics test. Six of us were in the basement exploring the hours of darkness working on pieces of this final exam. I remember the scratching of pencil on paper until someone shouted, “I’ve got one!”. We’d all stop what we were working on and wait for the instructions. “Problem 15-B. This is the answer.” Diligently, we’d add the given answer to our test page.
I still wonder if that was cheating. But it was a take-home test for kids in high school. I can’t imagine that group efforts were unexpected.
