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I've been pretty fortunate as far as theft goes. Only two incidents that super bothered me.
The first was in high school. Someone specifically stole my binder full of major end-of-term assignments for my literature class. (I was kind of known for doing well in that class.) I didn't own a computer at the time so everything was just lost and the teacher was unsympathetic because ~obviously~ I could have avoided it by using a computer. As if that was in my control.
rolleyes I had to go to multiple libraries to find the stories assigned and re-write... I think it was three or five essays in two days. I was a wreck. At least it was the tipping point in convincing my father to buy a computer.
The second was in college. I lived in a dormitory. I suffered a back injury and had serious painkillers for it, plus I have other issues. Someone got in my room and stole all my meds-- nothing else, not the CDs and DVDs, not the computer and printer, nothing. Just my medicine. It took two days of the pharmacy wrangling with the insurance company to get me replacements. Those were a very painful and weird couple of days. What burned worse was knowing that only my friends/neighbors knew I was on meds so it had to have been someone I knew. It damaged my trust.
Wow that'd be terrible. I've never had my classwork physically stolen but I have been copied off of. I'd likely cut someone if they stole my work and I had to do it over. As for the second thing I'm sorry heart I hope your back feels better now though? o;
See, the potential for copying bothered me but in a different way. The teacher had seen rough drafts of some of the papers and she even had me read one aloud to the class as an example. So it couldn't be passed off as someone else's work and to my knowledge no one tried. This possibly means that whoever took that binder out of my backpack was doing it for pure malice. I guess some other 15-year-old got petty about me being one of the lit teacher's favorite students. I wouldn't be surprised if the papers ended up in a storm drain or a fireplace. Back then I was a bawling, panicky wreck over it-- I ended up unable to find one of the stories and turned in the portfolio short one assignment, which knocked me down to a B. These days I might have that bawling going on in the background but I would be raaaaaaaaaging SO HARD. I'm a lot less timid at 31 than I was at 15 and much more inclined to call out bullshit. The me of today would have demanded that the teacher applied the grade she gave my rough draft
which she had already read and knew to exist in place of the missing paper instead of giving me a zero for it. Being a "teacher's pet" didn't actually get you much cred with her.
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And yes, it took a few years but my back has healed a great deal. Only certain activities bother it now, plus I have enough experience to know when my body is telling me to stop lifting things or whatever and avoid pushing myself too far. I'm very happy about that.