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Posted on 1/15/26 at 9:08 pm to eitek1
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I saw him write it, I know the work was his.
Posted on 1/15/26 at 9:10 pm to JS87
I think this girl just admitted she cheated…
The average student at LSU is not what it was just a few years ago, and most of the work product they produce is painful to read. When, when they have a moment of clarity and submit a coherent paper it flags itself.
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The whole class is claiming that they did not use Al and I believe them because it makes zero sense that not one person in the class didn't completely use Al for the paper.
The average student at LSU is not what it was just a few years ago, and most of the work product they produce is painful to read. When, when they have a moment of clarity and submit a coherent paper it flags itself.
Posted on 1/15/26 at 9:15 pm to OweO
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They need to adapt.
But I bet these kids are using ChatGPT, Gemini, Grok, etc in its most basic form and they are all turning in essays, etc that are similar to each other.
You have to let it adapt to you and create a project (in ChatGPT) where you will used for writing essays (or whatever) then feed it essays you actually wrote so it can learn your style of writing, words you are likely to used, etc. Then ask it if it can help you write an essay on _____ and that you want to generate an outline first. Tell it all the things that you need it to cover.
Then tell it you want to start off with ____. Give it the information you want it to cover, tell it you want it detailed and written in your style of writing.
They are probably doing it to quickly generate an essay, but if you actually do it right it will still take less time than if you were writing it out on your own and have it done as if you wrote it without using anything.
Spot on. Also the professors need to adapt and teach them to use AI properly for assistance.
I work in the real world and we use AI at work to assist with our day to day
Posted on 1/15/26 at 9:18 pm to JS87
You can take any writing and plug them into those AI check sites and it will say high percentage of AI. They are not accurate at all. I'm not shocked dumb lazy professor use them and believe they are accurate. It's easier to plug a students work in to them and give them a zero than it is to actually grade the work.
Posted on 1/15/26 at 9:20 pm to JS87
My school just went to a two weeks on, two weeks off for technology. The kids that have been raised on Chromebooks are shaking like crack addicts.
Posted on 1/15/26 at 9:25 pm to JS87
We all did it. Soem.of us had TI-85s, some of us have AI
Posted on 1/15/26 at 9:26 pm to JL
I'm pretty sure Jai is indian. He still tutors too, he posts on Facebook to ask which courses people need
Posted on 1/15/26 at 9:27 pm to Trauma14
Just reading between the lines in the WAFB article, most of these cases don’t require Sherlock homes. You get a group of students who hand in a paper…and every one coincidentally used the same obscure reference or phrase.
You can’t make up some of the really stupid stuff that goes to that review board. You have students that go to those boards because they get caught plagiarizing a Wikipedia page and then claiming they didn’t know citations are necessary.
You can’t make up some of the really stupid stuff that goes to that review board. You have students that go to those boards because they get caught plagiarizing a Wikipedia page and then claiming they didn’t know citations are necessary.
Posted on 1/15/26 at 9:34 pm to whoa
They’ll simply use whatever devices they have to generate an AI report and directly copy that onto paper
Posted on 1/15/26 at 10:30 pm to JL
Is that the fat dude that taught organic too?
Posted on 1/15/26 at 11:17 pm to Bestbank Tiger
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I used to take 2 extras for exams and give them to the Prof in case anyone suddenly realized they didn't have one.
At UGA this happened to me, I missed the memo about bringing a blue book and a girl I went to high school with in the same class (we never dated) had an extra and bailed me out.
Posted on 1/15/26 at 11:37 pm to JS87
I failed a essay/ written assignment because I used the encyclopedia.
Frick that was 1987 ish in the 8th grade
The Encyclopedias we had were from the 60’s
Actually that essay kept me from getting in a catholic high school in BR
I went to Bishop instead , loved it
Frick that was 1987 ish in the 8th grade
The Encyclopedias we had were from the 60’s
Actually that essay kept me from getting in a catholic high school in BR
I went to Bishop instead , loved it
Posted on 1/15/26 at 11:47 pm to JS87
Maybe we need to revise what we are trying to teach kids….
AI will be a huge part of their lives and will always be available, so maybe we need to integrate AI into the learning process instead of trying to treat it like it is cheating.
Kind of like when engineering classes started allowing calculators instead of requiring that we use slide rules. I’ve still got both my slide rule and my TI 55 calculator!
AI will be a huge part of their lives and will always be available, so maybe we need to integrate AI into the learning process instead of trying to treat it like it is cheating.
Kind of like when engineering classes started allowing calculators instead of requiring that we use slide rules. I’ve still got both my slide rule and my TI 55 calculator!
Posted on 1/16/26 at 1:17 am to Jim Rockford
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assignments to be handprinted.
(because I did upvote you)Posted on 1/16/26 at 1:22 am to eitek1
So the instructor used AI to tagged the kid for using AI … and I’m guessing the school board uses AI as an interface in reporting such malfeasance.
Posted on 1/16/26 at 2:52 am to jmarto1
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We all did it. Soem.of us had TI-85s, some of us have AI
Open mario OS, buried in code is 30 pages of calculas examples.
Posted on 1/16/26 at 4:10 am to JS87
I mean an old man like me with little knowledge about AI writing jumped on chat gpt with this random title: Write me a story about a cajun captain who was pirate in the caribbean. Of the top of my head on the subject . Here is what it produced in 5 seconds .I cant blame the kids when this tool is right in front of them. Little long but i enjoyed .Gave myself a b+
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Under a sky the color of tarnished silver, Captain Étienne Boudreaux stood at the rail of *La Belle Serpente*, her hull scarred by cannon fire and coral alike. The sea breathed slow and heavy around her, a warm Caribbean swell that smelled of salt, sugar, and secrets. Étienne rolled a cheroot between his fingers, never lighting it—just chewing the end the way his papa had back in the bayous of Louisiana.
They called him *Le Capitaine Gombo*, on account of his tongue. He spoke French like molasses, English like a riverboat gambler, and curses in half a dozen island dialects. When he laughed, it came out low and gravelly, like a gator sliding off a muddy bank.
Long before the Caribbean knew his name, Étienne Boudreaux had been a fisherman in Lafourche Parish, hauling shrimp and trapping crawfish under cypress shadows. But the bayou teaches a man two things: how to wait, and how to strike. When the Spanish took his boat for “taxes” and the river took his brother in a sudden flood, Étienne learned a third lesson too—how to leave.
He followed the current south, first to Havana, then Nassau, then anywhere the rum was cheap and the law was crooked. He cooked to earn his berth at first. Pirates fight better when they eat better, and Étienne’s pots could make even hardtack surrender. He spiced his stews with cayenne and revenge, and men twice his size listened when he spoke.
The captain before him—a Welshman with rotten teeth and worse luck—lost *La Belle Serpente* in a dice game and his life in a mutiny that Étienne neither led nor stopped. When the crew asked who would take command, Étienne spat over the rail and said, “I ain’t your king. But I know where the gold sails, and I know when storms lie.”
That was enough.
He ran his ship like a bayou household: loose until it mattered, strict when it did. No killing unless paid for. No slaves ever. Shares divided fair, with extra for the cook and the carpenter. And every Sunday, if the sea allowed it, Étienne cooked gumbo on deck—real gumbo, thick and dark, with okra when they had it and turtle when they didn’t. Even the hardest cutthroats went quiet while they ate.
Trouble found him off the Windward Passage, riding a fat Spanish galleon heavy with silver and church bells. The fight was fast and loud. Smoke clawed the sky. Wood screamed. Étienne swung across on a rope, boots slamming into holy planks, cutlass flashing. He fought like a man used to mud—low, close, relentless.
But when the smoke cleared, he found a girl hiding in the hold. Not a girl, really—maybe seventeen, eyes sharp as broken glass. She said her name was Isabela and that she’d stowed away to escape a convent in Santo Domingo.
Étienne cursed softly. “Merde,” he said. “The sea always testing a man.”
He let her stay.
Isabela learned fast—knots, stars, the language of waves. She listened when Étienne told stories of cypress knees and fireflies, of accordions crying at dusk. In time, she called him *Capitán*, and he didn’t correct her.
Years passed like trade winds. Gold came and went. Kings changed. Flags changed. Étienne’s hair went gray at the temples, but his eyes stayed sharp. Still, the sea never forgets.
They caught him at last near Tortuga—three naval brigs, clean and hungry. The fight lasted until sunset. When *La Belle Serpente* could run no more, Étienne ordered the colors burned.
He stood at the rail one last time, sea red with evening. Isabela begged him to flee in the longboat. He shook his head.
“Cher,” he said gently, pressing his compass into her palm, “every man got a tide he can’t outrun.”
They say Captain Étienne Boudreaux went down with his ship, laughing as the waves took him, Cajun to the bone. But sailors swear that on quiet nights, when the Caribbean smells faintly of pepper and smoke, a black-hulled ship glides just beyond the moonlight—and a low voice sings a bayou song where no bayou should be.
=======================================================
Under a sky the color of tarnished silver, Captain Étienne Boudreaux stood at the rail of *La Belle Serpente*, her hull scarred by cannon fire and coral alike. The sea breathed slow and heavy around her, a warm Caribbean swell that smelled of salt, sugar, and secrets. Étienne rolled a cheroot between his fingers, never lighting it—just chewing the end the way his papa had back in the bayous of Louisiana.
They called him *Le Capitaine Gombo*, on account of his tongue. He spoke French like molasses, English like a riverboat gambler, and curses in half a dozen island dialects. When he laughed, it came out low and gravelly, like a gator sliding off a muddy bank.
Long before the Caribbean knew his name, Étienne Boudreaux had been a fisherman in Lafourche Parish, hauling shrimp and trapping crawfish under cypress shadows. But the bayou teaches a man two things: how to wait, and how to strike. When the Spanish took his boat for “taxes” and the river took his brother in a sudden flood, Étienne learned a third lesson too—how to leave.
He followed the current south, first to Havana, then Nassau, then anywhere the rum was cheap and the law was crooked. He cooked to earn his berth at first. Pirates fight better when they eat better, and Étienne’s pots could make even hardtack surrender. He spiced his stews with cayenne and revenge, and men twice his size listened when he spoke.
The captain before him—a Welshman with rotten teeth and worse luck—lost *La Belle Serpente* in a dice game and his life in a mutiny that Étienne neither led nor stopped. When the crew asked who would take command, Étienne spat over the rail and said, “I ain’t your king. But I know where the gold sails, and I know when storms lie.”
That was enough.
He ran his ship like a bayou household: loose until it mattered, strict when it did. No killing unless paid for. No slaves ever. Shares divided fair, with extra for the cook and the carpenter. And every Sunday, if the sea allowed it, Étienne cooked gumbo on deck—real gumbo, thick and dark, with okra when they had it and turtle when they didn’t. Even the hardest cutthroats went quiet while they ate.
Trouble found him off the Windward Passage, riding a fat Spanish galleon heavy with silver and church bells. The fight was fast and loud. Smoke clawed the sky. Wood screamed. Étienne swung across on a rope, boots slamming into holy planks, cutlass flashing. He fought like a man used to mud—low, close, relentless.
But when the smoke cleared, he found a girl hiding in the hold. Not a girl, really—maybe seventeen, eyes sharp as broken glass. She said her name was Isabela and that she’d stowed away to escape a convent in Santo Domingo.
Étienne cursed softly. “Merde,” he said. “The sea always testing a man.”
He let her stay.
Isabela learned fast—knots, stars, the language of waves. She listened when Étienne told stories of cypress knees and fireflies, of accordions crying at dusk. In time, she called him *Capitán*, and he didn’t correct her.
Years passed like trade winds. Gold came and went. Kings changed. Flags changed. Étienne’s hair went gray at the temples, but his eyes stayed sharp. Still, the sea never forgets.
They caught him at last near Tortuga—three naval brigs, clean and hungry. The fight lasted until sunset. When *La Belle Serpente* could run no more, Étienne ordered the colors burned.
He stood at the rail one last time, sea red with evening. Isabela begged him to flee in the longboat. He shook his head.
“Cher,” he said gently, pressing his compass into her palm, “every man got a tide he can’t outrun.”
They say Captain Étienne Boudreaux went down with his ship, laughing as the waves took him, Cajun to the bone. But sailors swear that on quiet nights, when the Caribbean smells faintly of pepper and smoke, a black-hulled ship glides just beyond the moonlight—and a low voice sings a bayou song where no bayou should be.
Posted on 1/16/26 at 4:26 am to Indefatigable
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Those shitty AI detection sites will also mark things written by intelligent people who use proper grammar as likely AI written
Well yea because AI is taught how to talk by people and uses information written be people.
Now if i re type the above as.
" That is likely because AI software is designed and taught how to respond by real people. AI also uses articles written by real people in order to give it's answers and advice."
Now I'm a robot.
Posted on 1/16/26 at 5:46 am to JS87
This is what you get when you demoralize a liberal arts education and turn learning into a transactional experience.
Why should any college kid learn how to write an essay on Plato’s allegory of the cave or learn how to close read Cassius’s speech in Julius Caesar?
As is said on here all the time regarding higher education: how are those topics, skills, and assignments going to help them get a job?
All they need is the A in their survey classes. Learning, thinking, and analysis are no longer valued.
I think it’s a travesty.
Why should any college kid learn how to write an essay on Plato’s allegory of the cave or learn how to close read Cassius’s speech in Julius Caesar?
As is said on here all the time regarding higher education: how are those topics, skills, and assignments going to help them get a job?
All they need is the A in their survey classes. Learning, thinking, and analysis are no longer valued.
I think it’s a travesty.
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