next class, Kirshner wrote an outline on the board. This was the first time he had ever written anything on the board. Once he was finished, he gave the students a chance to write down the outline; he walked around the room peeking at every student’s notebook, comparing the handwriting to the small cheat sheet. He moved through the classroom with delight searching out the guilty party. Finally, he came upon the perpetrator – Kevin James.
Kevin James was a tall, lanky 23 year old that did a great job in blending into the classroom. He often avoided Kirshner’s harassment by never drawing any attention to himself. He dressed very plainly in pale colors, his hair was short and neatly styled, and he spoke in a very monotone voice. In fact, the only thing that Kirshner remembered about Kevin James was his boring monotone voice, which is probably why Kirshner never called on him, he did not want to suffer through the boring dribble that would come out of Kevin’s mouth.
Kirshner put his hand on Kevin’s left shoulder; Kevin looked up to see who was touching him. “I know it was you,” Kirshner said to Kevin and then walked to the front of the classroom. Kevin knew that he had lost the cheat sheet but he did not know where. He prayed that it had fallen out of his pocket in his apartment, but now he knew Kirshner had it.
Kevin waited for everyone to leave the classroom and approached Kirshner; his hands shook as he walked toward Kirshner standing at the podium.
“I’ll need your notebook,” Kirshner said.
“No, you won’t, I admit that I cheated. I’m not going to drag this out,” Kevin mumbled.
“Are you sure you want to do this? Are you clear on what this will mean?” Kirshner asked.
“I understand. Do what you have to do,” Kevin answered as he walked out of the classroom.
“Oh, I will, Mr. James. I will,” Kirshner said.
He was delighted; after years of teaching, this was the first time he had ever caught one of his students cheating. He felt a strong sense of accomplishment. Kevin James admitted he cheated to the dean of the law school and was expelled from Miami University.
Now, Kirshner had five students to nail for cheating. He stood up and looked at the five copies of the exam booklets. They were covered in yellow, and he was thrilled. What made it even better was that Bobbi Martin’s daughter was one of them.
C hapter 36
On Saturday morning, the group of five sat in the empty lobby of the law school in disbelief at what had transpired yesterday. If Kirshner reported his cheating suspicion, their very short legal careers would be over. For these five students, there was no second prize or plan B. They all had dreamed of becoming attorneys – and that was it. They would not settle for anything less.
“How long do you think it will be before he goes to the dean?” Jack asked.
“He told me that he was planning on talking with him Monday morning. So, we have two more days of being law students, and then that’s it,” Sean responded.
“We have to talk to him. We have to convince him we did not cheat,” Amanda cried.
“Amanda, you know as well as I do that we are not going to change this man’s mind. Didn’t it seem like he enjoyed it? Like he was dying to catch somebody cheating so he could throw them out of his class?” Abrams whispered as a student walked by.
Will sat quietly reading a newspaper that Amanda gave him. She gave him the paper every morning and would always circle the articles with a pink pen that she thought Will would be interested in.
Jack rubbed the stubble of hair on his face, deep in thought. “There is no way out. We are screwed. The question is, are we just going to sit back and let this piece of shit who has loved making our lives miserable destroy us or are we going to stop him?”
“What are you suggesting?” Abrams whispered.
“We have all been thinking it. Hell, we have been planning this since we started the asshole’s class,” Jack
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