Archive for November, 2007

Moral Oral and the Case of the Enhanced Grades

Posted by Mike on Nov 16 2007 | In All Seriousness

I read an interesting article this morning about individuals self described as “Morally Superior”, of which a good amount partake in decidedly immoral activities. The study saw a correlation between those saying they had moral values, and that cheating, such as on tests, was “justifiable” under certain circumstances. Some expert opinion was also given that this is likely to be higher still in competitive environments.

Reading this this morning with the recent news of Barry Bond’s indictment on my mind, the article made just too much sense. Obviously there is a hint of common sense, “The more original a discovery, the more obvious it seems afterward*” certainly applies here, that those who can think of cheating as justifiable in some occurrences might actually partake in said cheating is not exactly earth shattering. What was interesting, though, were some of the examples given.

One example had a student cheating on a test to get into med school with the idea that they would help many more people, many times over, once they were a doctor. Ok, I can kind of see that. The other was a law student who tore pages out of a book in order to gain an advantage in a class.

Whoa whoa, wait- what? This is more than just ‘cheating’. Cheating is gaining an advantage for yourself- at least in my definition of it. But placing a disadvantage on a group of others is a bit more. I’m not going to get into the destructive/vandal aspect of the act, but that, too, is present.

I’m sure some of you will say that gaining an advantage is the same as giving all others a disadvantage- but that depends on how you gain said advantage. And a law student doing this- yeah there are lawyers out there doing good. I don’t know enough about lawyers to say they are all evil, but stereotypes come from somewhere, and I’ve got to believe you can’t exactly rationalize cheating in the law profession as easily as you can in the medical example.

I know, moral relativism can lead to some sticky situations, But fortunately I only see black and white late at night.

What was even sillier, I thought, were the solutions to the problem. Managers should only hire ethical employees, and we should train employees with ethics courses, etc. Now, i don’t mean to be a wet blanket here, but has anyone else taken these courses? It’s not exactly ‘Gone Baby Gone’ with the ethical choice I’m making here. Stealing the pencil is obvious- And why can’t i take that box of wine from a business partner. Obviously he thinks i did a great job through out the year, and fondly remembers me at Christmas time.

Still, i understand the business value of ethics training, but I just don’t see it’s effectiveness. While a business can say “how dare he, we even trained him to know these situations!” they leave out the important “with pencils instead of millions and millions of dollars” corollary.

It all reminds me of a assignment i had in my college writing class- to give a speech on ethics in the classroom. Cheating is rampant in grad schools- mostly because the professors are more worried about their research than the students. I came up with several ideas, one was the integration of professional societies into classrooms, smaller class room sizes, more teacher involvement with the students personal lives- after all class is only a small part of the college education.

But in all reality, I don’t know how to stop cheating- no one does. Not even the Bible. And if the Bible can’t tell you something, well.. you know.. you’ll have to expand your reading.

* Arthur Koestler

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Displaced Anger

Posted by Mike on Nov 14 2007 | Life of Mike

Isn’t it funny? Everything can be going fine, and then one or two things can happen to make you question everything? I’m not referring to the death of a child or a major world event, but just the smallest of small things. Pittance.

Lately I’ve been questioning a lot of things. Some things that I never questioned, and others simply because I feel the need to do so. Maybe they are all just catalyzed by the original nothings, or maybe they’ve just been there, waiting. Ambushing.

Take work for example. Most of the time I’m completely fine with everything I’m doing. I’d like to be doing more things, but I also realize that I should put in some time before expecting to have the latest and greatest. But just because 12 people in a small conference room tell me I should be excited by something, doesn’t mean that I am. Granted I want to do well, and I want to finish this project- it just seems like I could be doing more. At least others on the team have more… inspirational projects to work on. I have the one, to be honest.

Besides work, I want to be upset for several reasons, but can’t really find a focal point. Hence the title, displaced anger. People say things like “write it all down” or “hit a pillow” but I’m not sure if those really help. I’m currently trying one out. But it’d be so easy to get upset at something or someone that I really can’t be upset at, or blame something that they couldn’t foresee. I’m sure I’d feel a little better in the short term, but the effect might ripple into unknown places. Bridges burn real fast when you know how they are built.

And so I guess I just go on. Figuring it out, one God Damned blow at a time, until something gives. Me or it. Us or them. I just hope that normalcy returns, and I can complain about the things that don’t matter. The pittance.

So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breathe
And I need something more
To keep on breathing for
So give me something to believe

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Virginia is for lovers, plateless lovers

Posted by Mike on Nov 08 2007 | Life of Mike

Five years I lived in downtown Los Angeles. My parents were worried when i decided to leave the peaceful albeit drugged out suburbs of Washington to go to college. So worried, they were, they gave me a going away gift: the club. as i pulled it from their nail-less fingers, I felt silly.

Despite numerous comments, i used that club. it was good to me. I always used the reasoning that my car was still there as evidence of the club’s mysterious effectiveness.

Not 6 months in Pasadena and my car is naked. it’s unmentionables are just… out there. and by unmentionables, I surely mean, how do you say, bumpers.

My plates, ladies and gentlemen, have been stolen.

Normally i would take this in stride, it takes a lot to get me down. I mean a lot. But this happened as i was going out to a party. Let me tell you, Newcastle brown tastes good, but not great, when you’re wondering what felony is being committed in your name. The DMV was of course closed on saturday, and as such i would need to wait in order to get new plates.

I suppose that “wait” for plates is a pun, considering I’m referencing the DMV, but I digress.

I had planned on driving myself to the airport on Monday for my trip to Virginia (is for lovers) . Without plates, however, one is not allowed to park long term. So, what can ya do? You call Primetime shuttle, spawn of all that is early and annoying.

Don’t get me wrong, I got to the airport on time, and isn’t that the point. But i always have some form of trouble with their service. This time, it is three fold. One, they picked me up at 3:30. 4am we arrive at LAX, and my flight leaves at 7:30. Awesome. Secondly, they charged me for two pickups, there and back, even though i had canceled the revenge trip. Lastly, and while I don’t blame primetime per se, is the man with a giant bandage around his head. not horizontally, but vertically. wrapped over his head, under his chin.

Almost comical. Almost.

I did end up at AAA today, and got my plates and new registration for just eighteen dollars. Something I feel was quite the steal (ok, no more puns).

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