The Lazy Student’s AI Tale
In a quiet dorm at the break of night,
A student faced an essay plight.
The deadline loomed, his nerves grew tight,
But work? That didn’t feel quite right.
He opened his laptop, a clever tool,
Whispering softly, “Why be a fool?
Why rack my brain in this academic duel,
When AI can craft prose that’s super cool?”
With a tap-tap-tap, the request was made,
“Write me an essay,” he slyly bade.
The screen came alive, the words cascaded,
A masterpiece formed, his stress had faded.
But as he grinned, so proud, so sly,
The dawn arrived, and with it, why,
A thought emerged: What if they spy?
Will they know it’s fake? Will my grade comply?
He turned it in, his conscience torn,
A mix of triumph, guilt, and scorn.
Yet as he waited, his fate reborn,
The professor’s voice came, sharp as a horn:
“This essay’s good, but lacks a heart,
It’s polished, sure, but it’s missing the art.
The passion, the struggle, the human part—
Tell me, dear student, did you even start?”
Flushed and stammering, he confessed,
“My AI did it; I thought it best.”
The professor sighed, then gently pressed,
“Tools are fine, but effort’s the test.”
So, lesson learned in that hallowed hall:
It’s not the shortcuts, big or small,
But the journey, the climb, the grit through it all,
That builds the mind and makes us tall.