Seems not everyone appreciates the truth. And when people are unappreciative of the truth you tell them, you begin to wonder if you need to revise your approach, or perhaps you’re not in touch with the times if you’re still honest.
I have recently decided to fake my identity, and so far, so good.
When I honestly share my feelings and intentions, girls reject me. But since I’ve been acting in love when I find my victim very annoying and so self-centered, we’ve been making a lot of progress. She proved stubborn in the beginning, but like a rock in the heat for so long, she has expanded a little with the lies I feed her, and is slowly cracking.
But I don’t know how long I can do this. Still trying to master the art of pretense, and I have been very terrible at it. Don’t know why something in me feels proud that I can’t master faking an identity.
While I am in the middle of this fake romance, I have term papers to submit in a couple of weeks. The first of four is incomplete and the countdown to the deadline gives me nightmares, I spend an entire day writing a page. So much effort, so little progress. And every page drafted seems like a blood donation. I am even beginning to wonder if being in school is good for my immune system.
The lecturers make it sound so easy in class. And there is a lot more orientation they could have done. But this was no time to decorate people with blame badges. They want term papers, term papers they shall get!
Suddenly, an idea occur to me. I could dedicate long hours to my term paper and during the breaks, chat with potential dates to release stress. Almost all of them were far away, but the WhatsApp chats will do, for now.
Many of my coursemates are struggling with their term papers too, so occasionally they show up in the lecture room where we all meet and encourage one another to write more nonsense. God save the readers of our papers!
As students struggling to complete our term papers, we think of AI. Every now and then someone is suggesting a new AI tool than can sneeze volumes of academic writing in seconds. We weigh the options.
The major hurdle was how to reliably bypass the detectors. Not necessarily the apps, but the human detectors too.
The old lecturers were not particularly bothered about what went into a piece of writing, whether blood and bones or micro chips so far as the finished work smelt of academia. But the young lecturers, they were the Problem. We sometimes fear they could see through a smile and know if it were human or AI-assisted. Imagine a whole term paper!
Sometimes we wondered if the lecturers ever actually read submitted works because our grades and our efforts do not tally. It’s looking more like a lottery these days : you put in very little effort and bam! You hit an A. Other days you let you colleagues strain you of every fibre of sanity and blood, blended into ink and letters printed on A4 and …you get a C, like the inverted C-shape of sadness on your lips when you check your grades and wonder who sent you to go back to school.
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