204AoP

Often, when I'm feeling alone, I like to keep moving. Specifically, I like to go for walks.  Well, first I drive to a place I've either 1) never been OR 2) always go. It's the drive before the walk that allows me to let go of the day and absorb the night. These walks of mine always happen at night. I feel like that's an important detail. Don't ask me why. So this is the state of affairs that brought me to Center City Philly the first Friday night in November. As I roamed Old City, a place I once lived,  I found myself replaying some of the interactions with various people I'd had up to that point in the day. When my mind settled on one of the day's conversations--I don't remember which--I distinctly recall feeling a rising tide of frustration. And while I'm sketchy on the details of the conversation which sparked these thoughts, I know precisely what frustrated me that evening, because it's something that consistently frustrates me to no end...

Cheating. It's an ugly word, with ugly implications. Yet, it is the most common transgression (look it up) among high school and college students. This is not limited to academic lives--personal lives as well suffer as a result of cheating. What's the first thing that pops into your mind when you hear the word "cheated?" How serious of a problem do you think cheating (the academic kind) is among high school students? What about the "romantic" kind of cheating?  What are you thoughts on that? Be honest.

Time to get down. These questions are tough, but answer honestly, otherwise--what's the point? What's the worst thing you have ever done to someone?  What do you consider it the worst thing?  What were the consequences/rewards to doing this thing?  Was the sacrifice (doing something awful) worth the reward (whatever you got out of it)? What's the meanest thing you have ever said to someone?  Why did you say it? What was the outcome? If you could go back in time and have a "do over" for either of the above worst things, which one would it be?  Why?