I used to do homework for underachieving classmates.

As the title says, I used to do some homework for some classmates who were totally clueless, and the scheme was this: the students would give me their homework, I would evaluate it, and then write my own answers, but with a twist: for some of them I wrote them in the same caliber as my own, and for others I wrote the answers in the same caliber as a lazy know-it-all.<br><br>The ones who got the "know-it-all" answers were the ones who were too proud to let me do the homework for them, so they asked me to "collaborate" on the homework, and I pretended we were collaborating, while they just wrote the answers in, literally copying my handwriting, but in a sloppy manner like they were too lazy to write legibly. That's not all; I would also answer some of the questions incorrectly, but obvious enough that if they had a brain, they would go straight to the textbook.<br>But this "collaboration" scheme only applied to the proud students, and for the rest, the ones who let me do the homework for them because they knew they couldn't do it on their own. Here is when the scheme of doing good work for them comes in. When they gave me the homework, the final product was always great, just like my own work. A couple of friends even noticed and asked if I wanted to do theirs too, and I would tell them they've got this, and they always did. The ones who I gave great work for always showed an improvement in grades, and in contrast, the proud students who were too lazy to write their answers themselves always ended up correcting my "mistakes".<br>Now, I did this asking for no money from them, nor asking for anything in return, but for the sake of their future; in this sense, it wasn't the best move. When they graduated from high school, they were all tf'd - as you can imagine - when they hit the real world. It was like waking up from a dream, and then they looked at me and saw that I had continued on the right path while they were left behind, and so they asked me what my secret was.<br>I told them my secret was not doing their homework, and they looked and me and like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, they said, "I knew it!"<br>Hearing that, I responded with this: "What did you expect? All of your hardwork paid off, but I knew you were lazy and so I adjusted the difficulty level to your abilities."<br>I made a pause and then continued: "You know, there was only one time I did homework for a friend doing it like it was my own; he showed it to his teacher, perfected every single answer, and you know what happened... He told you to keep being good, kid. But none of that for you, because I couldn't trust you to even do one thing right, so I gave you the answers like I was 6 playing with blocks."