Ilker sidles up to me, eyes shifty, like I'm a drug dealer and he's shaky for a fix. "Tee-cha, when pop quiz?"
I try not to sigh. "You know I can't tell you that! It's a pop quiz. That means no one knows when it will be." I crane my neck, trying to look past him. "The others are still in the dungeon," I say meaningfully, hoping he'll get my gist.
But no such luck.
Instead, he moves closer, regarding me intently. "Tomorrow?"
"Look, I don't know." I give him a stern look. "And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Now go back and finish the tour of the castle!"
"What we have to write?"
I give in and let out a long sigh. "You know I can't tell you that either!"
"History of castle? Peoples live in castle?"
"Maybe." Shrugging, I look up at the sky. It is a brilliant, beautiful blue, not a cloud in sight, if you don't count Ilker.
He all but wrings his hands. "Pleeeease!"
He won't believe me, but I really don't know. The powers that be don't tell us: they're suspicious our students will winkle it out of us. The powers that be know that our students feel about writing the same way Superman feels about Kryptonite.
Three days later it happens: we teachers are given the three questions the students have to answer about their field trip to our local castle. I announce the pop quiz and write the questions on the board. The class absorbs them in stunned silence:
1) Describe the castle's location.
2) Describe the history of the castle, and some of the castle's features.
3) What did you like or dislike about your visit to the castle?
Now I am sick and tired of my students copying things off the internet and trying to pass them off as their own work, so I read them the riot act on this. I write PLAGIARISM on the board in 3-inch letters. I tell them loudly and clearly that even one copied sentence will earn them a zero grade -- for the slower ones, I demonstrate this by writing two identical sentences on the board with an X through them and a big frowning face -- and I repeat the whole spiel for good measure.
And when I collect their papers, here is the very first one I see:
1) XX Castle is situated in the southern section of YY City and is a stunning backdrop to the harbor.
2) Largely built during the Hellenistic-Roman period the castle is thought to date back to the eighth century B.C. It is likely that the castle was built to defend the city from Arab raids. With its horseshoe-shaped main tower, Byzantium style of fortification, and embrasures for archery defense, the castle is a unique example of its type.
3) I very think XX Castle small so small room and very bad Dungeons because it's have got a poor people but Very beatifull view very beatiful tours.
A quick glance confirms my worst fears: I've got half a dozen more almost exactly like it
I just manage to collar one of the plagiarists before he leaves the classroom.
"Alper, you did not write this." It's hard to keep the rage out of my voice.
He is all injured protestations, his voice an indignant whine. "No, tee-cha, I write!"
I suck in my breath and pull out a pen. "Okay," I hiss, pointing to my notebook. "Show me. Write me just one sentence now."
He takes the pen with a show of bravado and goes through the motions, but all he can produce is XX Castle is before he puts down the pen with a weak smile. "Tee-cha, how you know?"
I shake my head and snap the notebook shut. "Zero points!"
"How you know I don't write?" he asks again. I give in: I roll my eyes so hard it almost counts as aerobic exercise.
But I don't even bother to answer: if he has to ask, he'll never know.
