Her other story, “The New Me,” was about a caterpillar turning into a butterfly. I was talking about it to Sandi in the teachers’ lounge, and she told me she’d gotten the exact same story from someone else last semester. I looked in the right-hand corner of the title page and saw that L. had just whited over this other idiot’s name and then typed in her own. When I confronted her later in the day, she said, “Look, just tell me. Am I going to pass the class or not?”
