Daily Ncbraskan
Monday, February 28, 1933
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Cf waters never prosper.
You probably first heard this adage
years ago on a play -ground during recess
when disgruntled playmates thought you'd
broken the sacred rules of freeze tag or
touch football.
Among older students, the accusa
tion is far more serious. The consequences
of cheating in college go beyond the slap
on the hand or raised eyebrows of
yesteryear. With mid-term examinations
and papers looming closer by the day, the
temtation to be less than ."academically
honest" may seem overwhelming.
If you are caught, you can fail the test
or paper, fail the course, or fail the course
and go before the University Judicial
Board. None of these options are parti
cularly appealing.
Not only does cheating hurt your
reputation in the eyes of your instructor,
but it brands you on your official school
records. Future employers may turn you
down if you have been subject to certain
disciplinary actions for dishonesty.
Nearly every application to graduate or
professional school asks if you have ever
been on academic probation or have not
been in good standing academically.
The more competitive schools even require
the dean to check into these matters or
require a recommendation from a school
official with access to this information.
The easy way out ' could have severe
repercussions on your career and future
schooling. Once branded, there is little
you can do to make amends.
That's something to think about before
mid -terms. How important is it to risk
ruining your name in the department, just
to get that grade? A little extra preparation
can go a long way in pulling up a grade.
Rather than wasting time trying to get
around studying, why not look over your
notes or open the textbook that you
complained was so expensive?
You may think that cheating is
accepted, common, even necessary to get
by. It's not. People do line without it.
And it certainly should not be acceptable
behavior. For the person who has taken the
time to come to class, read the book and
actually study, it is not fair. It's distracting
to see students with crib notes and roving
eyes during exams. It's worse to hear and
sec the "collaboration" that goes on among
"adults" when a professor leaves the test
ing room for a few minutes.
Instructors have the discretion on how
to handle academic dishonesty. We'd
encourage professors to take it very
seriously. As long as students think they
can get away with cheating, it will
continue.
Most importantly, we'd especially
encourage students to take it seriously.
Be fair to yourself and other students.
It's not worth it.
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Letters
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I want to say something about William
F. Buckley Jr., columnist, novelist, essay
ist, host, of "Firing Line," editor of the
National Review, lecturer, skier, skin diver,
player of the harpsichord, mayoral candi
date, dropper of Latin phrases and confi
dant of the president of the United States.
He bugs me.
What bugs me is not his politics, which
are loathsome, or his inherited wealth,
which is shameful and should have been
Richard
Cohen
mine, or even his persistent and somewhat
irrational defense of Sen. Joseph
McCarthy. It is his productivity. The man
is a dynamo, a doer of more things than
any other human being and, I must add, a
living rebuke to someone like myself.
I have resented Buckley for some time.
I first began to resent him when I noticed
that in addition to everything else he was
doing, he was also a founder of a political
party, a husband, a father, an occasional
film critic and a peison who found time
rot only to go to church every Sunday, but
to take speech lessons so that, in the spirit
of egalitarianism, he could talk like his
butler.
In his spare time he ran for mayor of
New York City and, given a half-hour with
nothing to do, would dash off to Switzer
land for some skiing or, if there was a bit
more time available, sail across the
Atlantic, writing columns all the way and
presumably dropping them into bottles
where they would bob to shore and be
fetched by either his secretary or his
chauffeur.
To me, Buckley is an updated version of
my high-school friend, Mel. He was presi
dent of the senior class, assistant to the
grade adviser, academically one of the top
10 students in the school, the starting
center on the virtually professional foot
ball team and, not incidentally, a point of
reference for my parents, who wondered
why I could not be the same way. It just so
happened that I wondered the same thing.
Now it is Buckley who haunts m:. lis
will not let me rest. The minute I decided
to take a nap, 1 wonder what Buckley is
doing. Does he take naps? In fact, does he
ever sleep? Does he ever get a beer, start a
fire in the fireplace and just stare into it?
This is my hobby and I do it very well, but
before too long I hear the voice of William
Buckley urging me to get to work - to
write a book or prepare a lecture (but Bill,
no one wants me to lecture) or to ring up
the president of the United States on the
telephone and tell him where he has gone
wrong - a very long conversation indeed.
I know these things about Buckley be.-,
cause he has recently published a series in
the New lorker detailing a week or two of
his life. It turns out that I underestimated
him. He does not sleep. He hardly eats and
because of that he never has to go to the
bathroom. Instead, he writes letters to
everyone in the world or hosts editorial
meetings of the National Review and then
devotes about five minutes to writing a
dozen or so editorials - none of them
marred by a run-on sentence.
He is always running hither and yon.
He is forever getting on and off airplanes,
coming home to celebrity house guests
(David Niven, for instance), debating John
Kenneth Galbraith (and never learning any
thing from it) and lecturing the Trilateral
Commission in Latin on the efficacy of the
MX missile and Cardinal Newman's
position on the aforementioned. In the
New Yorker piece, not a moment is wast
ed. If one is, he writes a book - and then
designs the cover for it. When and if he
showers (the New Yorker is mum on this
point), I am sure he does so with a Dicta
phone. All this makes me angry. In the time it
takes Buckley to prepare tor a "Firing
Line" show, I can not select a tie to wear.
While he is bury at his typewriter, I am ad
justing the water for a shower. While he is
skiing down the slope of some Mount Ever
est, I am contemplating my failure to get
anywhere in life or, on a good day, the
slwoly expanding leak in the ceiling.
This is why Buckley bugs me. He
remains the bumblebee of the typewriter,
the standard when it comes to product
ivity - against which I measure myself. My
hat is off to him. But in truth, I would
rather be right than productive.
Time-for a nap.
- (c) ZZ3, Th IVxchir.rtsn Pest Comprrry
On Wednesday, Feb. 23, the Action
Party had flyers delivered to mailboxes
of various residents of Harper-Schramm-Smith.
The flyers summarized the Action
Party's stand on various issues. Under the
heading "Police," they stated, "campus
police issued 45,000 paiking tickets and
charged you $560,000 last year. Action
wants the police to provide more night
patrols instead of concentrating on paiking
tickets" - hardly a controversial or
innovative stance.
What I found offensive, however, was
the caricature of a police officer with
dollar signs in his eyes eagerly writing out
a ticket, while thinking to himself, "Safer
than patrolling campus." The Action
Party may think that the department's
emphasis is misplaced, but this does not
justify slandering its employees by imply
ing that they are greedy cowards. It is easy
and fun to make the police department
the butt of our jokes, but to imply that
they are not patrolling campus at night
because they are scared is stooping pretty
low. Whether we want to believe it or not,
most officers conscientiously work to
serve and protect students. Furthermore,
if the Action Party hopes to accomplsh
its objective of more night patrols, party
members will have to meet with the police
to voice their concerns. Destroying their
credibility with the department before the
elections are finished hardly seems like
a good start.
Glen Wurdeman
senior, speech communication
Accusation of ASUN candidacy untrue
While reading the letter to the editor co
written by Cari Cohn and Greg Ibach
(Daily Nebraskan, Feb. 22), I was astonish
ed to find that I had been accused of being
an Action Party candidate for ASUN who
had attempted to use the Daily Nebraskan
as a tool to further my position as a parti
san candidate. Why these people chose to
accuse me of being affiliated with ACTION
remains a mystery.
Cari Cohn, a journalism major and
current ASUN senator, along with GLC
vice chairman, Greg Ibach, should both be
very capable of doing the kind of research
necessary to discover that I am not a candi
date for ASUN, nor am I affiliated with
Action. The spreading of this type of hear
say by members of the student government
only adds fuel to the fires of those who
wish to see it abolished.
My integrity is of great value to me and
my reasons were pure when I wrote to the
Daily Nebraskan. In my letter I stated that
I supported the attempts of the Action
Party to rectify the serious problems ex
isting in the UNL computer system. My
motives for supporting the Action Party
are those of a concerned students who sees
the Action Party's willingness to work with
both the student body and the administra
iion as an important step toward improving
the University of Nebraska.
George Babcock
junior, English, pre-law
On-foot campus patrol best solution
Becky Singley's column (Daily Ne
braskan, Feb. 22) on campus rape preven
tion stated several ideas that deserve not
only to be reiterated, but to.be acted
upon.
Rape will not be eliminated by instruct
ing women in self-defense, but only by
remvoing the opportunity for the rapist to
attack. No one should be endangered when
using Love Library or walking across
campus after dark. Locking themselves
away is not a more viable solution.
The best solution, as was stated in
Stingley's column, is to get the police
out of their cars and to have them patrol
campus on foot. Through personal exper
ience, I feel that the threat of uniformed
police officers is the most effective deter
rent. Late in 1981, 1 was attacked by a man,
who after striking me, suddenly bolted.
The investigating officer told me that one
probably reason for this was because I
was in an area (off-campus) that was
frequently patrolled by the police.
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