The Shadow Scholar: How I Made a Living Helping College Kids Cheat
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Last fall, a writer using the pseudonym Ed Dante wrote an explosive article in The Chronicle of Higher Education, confessing to writing term papers for a living. Technically, they are "study guides," and the companies that sell them-there are quite a few-are completely legal and easily found with Google. For about $10-20 a page, Dante's former employers will give you a custom essay, written to your specifications. During Dante's career, he wrote made-to-order papers for everything from introductory college courses to Ph.D. dissertations. There was never a shortage of demand.
The Shadow Scholar is Dante's account of this dubious but all-too-relevant career. In stories embarrassing, absurd, hilarious, and ultimately sobering, he explores not merely his own misdeeds but the bureaucratic and cash-hungry colleges, lazy students, and even misguided parents who helped make it all possible.
With unemployment pushing 10 percent and many college grads living with their parents, the need for this book has never been more urgent. As this bitingly funny memoir reveals, colleges and graduate schools are victims not merely of tough economic times but of a profound sense of entitlement and apathy. Here is a searing, often maddening indictment of the big business of college.
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where you can substitute fancy words for research and get away with it. Assignments requiring financial analysis, graphing, computer programming, or comprehensive scientific elaboration tend not to go as fast. So sometimes you simply have to take on a terrible, lengthy, and painful assignment just to keep the bucks coming in. And it was my only source of income, so I knuckled down and wrote some shit that I was less than qualified to write: stuff about genetic coding, the behavior of certain
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from the noodle house who heave bags into the adjacent dumpster. Believe me when I tell you that, removed from the experience, the resulting photographs are stunning. But if you had been there as we took pictures on the perimeter in preparation for our eventual foray inside, you would have known by looking that I felt a pure dread welling up in my cockles. The plan, to which I had agreed as part of an exposure therapy process about which only I knew, was to pass through the gut of a broken metal
room and did bong hits for breakfast. We made the decision that we were going to drive up the coast on the 1 and the 101 to the town of Eureka in Humboldt County, renowned the world over for the excellence of its marijuana. We were going to find out for ourselves. But we weren’t prepared for the majesty of the drive itself. We were delayed at every turn by the stunning expanse of shimmering ocean, the rolling hills, the prehistoric enormity of the Pacific Northwest. To explain for those who