Fuck AI

Wait until they get to the level where 10 pages is easier than 1 page.

Go to Wikipedia, copy that, then rewrite it underneath, make sure to delete the Wikipedia copy.

Why not, it's all the AI does

I got so good at cranking out papers in college that I could BS my way through them in a couple of hours

Plagiarism has always existed, it just easier over time. Before AI, a lot of students just copy and pasted stuff they found online and changed a some words to get past the plagiarism checking programs. Right now all that manual work got automated so you don't have to copy and paste or alter what you took, you can just prompt an AI chatbot to do it for you.

As someone that finished a couple of years ago it was already becoming that way then.

This didn't mean that people weren't learning but they were getting lazy. The AI detection isn't good enough because a lot of people are willing to write their papers through the AI in pieces and check that, since it's still faster than doing it yourself in most cases.

It's becoming this weird cycle. It's expected that you'll use AI anyway, that you'll be discriminated against for it, that professionals are going to try to use it to cut down on their work once hired, that HR is going to use it in the hiring process. So no one sees a reason not to use it.

This was painful

Slacker.

I routinely wrote more than 10 pages in handwritten passages just to play a game. Indeed I still do. Without any degenerative AI in sight. (Because nobody's crammed an LLMbecile into my fountain pens yet.)

I'm so sad. People are becoming so reliant on AI that they can't write (nor read) more than one sentence

10 pages hand written in cursive in 1982.

I once had a professor who claimed she passed a high level language course without attending a class or studying it. She was fluent in an adjacent Romance language and knew a little of some other overlapping languages. Basically walked in to the final and got a C+ on cognates alone.

One of my greatest academic achievements was a very long, in-depth research paper that was assigned on the first day of the semester and due on the last. "Don't put it off until the end," our teacher warned us, "because you won't be able to finish this in a couple of hours. You should be doing a little bit of work on it every week." It was to be deeply-researched, extensively endnoted, and (if I recall correctly) fifty pages long, single-spaced, 10pt.

Except I had a full-time job throughout college, and that semester my schedule found me going to work immediately after that (morning) class, both days, every week. By the time I was off work, the thought of that assignment had left my undiagnosed ADHD brain entirely. The semester melted away like the cotton candy in that raccoon video.

And suddenly the last day of class was approaching. I requested the prior day off of work, figuring that I'd work the whole day on it. Only I made a mistake: I hadn't requested the day before it was due. I had requested the day it was due. I'd be working four full days of work, with classes (and at least one early final exam), and then the paper would be due, and only after that would I have the day to write it.

But you do what you have to, and when you're 19 years old, the vagaries of time and sleep seem almost meaningless to you. I was going to get off work at 6pm, which was 14½ hours before the assignment was due. My university had a 24-hour computer lab, which was good, as it was 2004 and I didn't have internet in my apartment (how did I ever live like that?).

So I went home, ate a quick dinner, and went to school, locking myself into the computer lab at 8:00pm. When I poked my head out the door at 7:30am, the sun was bright and the air slightly crisp; and I held 52 freshly-printed pages in my hand. I was done early (technically) and had beaten the page count (also technically). I felt like I had beaten the Water Temple in Ocarina of Time. I ate breakfast to supplement the copious amounts of Nutty Bars and soda I had consumed overnight, and then I turned the paper in; and as class that morning was "optional," I opted to go home, where I discovered that perhaps time was not so vague at all, nor sleep, and I went unconscious for the rest of the morning and a decent chunk of the afternoon.

A week later, I got my grades back. At that point in any semester I was always beyond caring about how well I had scored, but I looked anyway out of curiosity.

"Well done!" she had written in the notes. "I can tell you really put a lot of time into this. 95/100"

I mean, technically she was right, I had put a lot of time into it: the 11½ hours immediately leading up to my turning it in, to be precise.

When I was at a party in college a friend was bumming the vibes because he had an English paper due the following Monday and he was stressed out.

I asked him what the topic was and it was any play studied in the course. I asked him which play he knew best and if I recall correctly it was The Importance of Being Earnest.

I chatted with him for a bit, asked him why he liked the play, what it meant to him, what parts he thought were most important, and what he thought was the ultimate point Wilde was making.

After about a half hour I wrote the outline on the back of a placemat.

Intro: state what point your essay will ultimately try to make, and summarize how you'll get there (1 page).

For each "way" that you'll get there, write three paragraphs: your point, what in the text supports your point, and how that point supports the thesis in the intro. (1.5-2 pages).

Do that for each of the four "ways". (6-8 pages total)

Explain why those dozen paragraphs illustrate and support the claims you made in the introduction.

Suffice it to say, the party roared on, he likely wasn't able to think on Saturday but on Sunday I guess he did a pretty good job of bullshitting his way to nine single spaced pages, and he got a B, which was above average for him in that class.

That structure, intro, points, references, supports statements, conclusion, can literally be blown out into a thesis or even a book, as long as you have a clear idea of what you're trying to say and how you intend to back it up, and you can write coherent (dare to dream, interesting!) prose to explain everything in between.

What people are missing is that that process is actually fun. Trying to figure out how you can make a point in an interesting way that is backed up by references that you can argue in support on your point is actually interesting and fun, you just have to stop thinking about why you can't/won't and just throw yourself at it.

People were writing 10+ page reports before computers. Writing shit by hand.

I wrote 10 pages single spaced by accident after failing to read an instruction that asked for double spacing. Writing that much about intercellular communication 25 years ago took flipping weeks at the library

Just weakness. Everyone knows you write your term paper starting less than 24 hours before the deadline and crank out a fully realized thesis made out of nothing but energy drinks and Adderall

I did a twenty page "research" paper for philosophy the night before having read one page from the dude. And got a b+

Shit, I'll write a 10 page paper as an internet reply to a topic I'm only just finding out about.

I had an ethics class in college where we had to write a 10-page capstone paper for part of the final.

The teacher wrote an outline and description for what she wanted, and encouraged everyone to work on it for a few hours a week to make sure they finished it on time.

I waited until the last day of class, banged it out in about an hour and a half, and submitted it around 15 minutes before it was finally due.

Got an A, with a comment about how great the work was. Kids these days.