Cheating On A Test And Bringing Your Parents Home With You

Gregory Stock, Ph.D. The Book Of Questions prompts - If you were having difficulty on an important test and could safely cheat by looking at someone else's paper, would you do so?

Cheating - No, luckily, I have not had trouble with test taking in my lifetime

However, laziness in childhood, or tiredness - cheating, didn't feel like a crime

Even if it didn't keep me up or feeling guilty or wanting to confess,

And I didn't feel like there was any cause for stress

Time changed that. As an adult, I would not think of cheating anytime.

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I say, I work an honest program in my recovery and attempt to stick to this.

Gregory Stock, Ph.D. The Book Of Questions prompts - If you saw someone cheating on a test, what would you do? What if you had signed an honor code?

Honor code - Never had to sign one -

Only code is my own

Never will I need one

Once I heard of it, I simply said okay.

Rules are rules - may be a need

Can't imagine needing one

Only goal with a test was always to get it done right away

Didn't notice much cheating in my lifetime anyway

Everyone knows it happened as I heard it did.

Gregory Stock, Ph.D. The Book Of Questions prompts - If your parents became infirm and the only alternative was bringing them into your home, would you do so? What about a sister or brother who suffered a permanently crippling injury - and - other than your home - had nowhere to go but a convalescent home?

Growing up, my grandpa moved in with my family soon after my father died. My grandma had died just a few short years prior. My mother was his youngest daughter, and I was ten years old. Grandpa had his own bedroom in our house, and he would listen to sports on the radio and spend many hours in his bedroom.

I would often join him in listening to the Minnesota Twins and the Minnesota Vikings Football on the radio. He always had treats in his bedroom that included black cows and sugar babies, the candy.

Much of the time during the day in the spring, summer, and fall, Grandpa would work in the garden. He continued living with my family through most of the rest of his life. He ended up in the nursing home in the last year of his life after a stroke and became bedridden.

My mother could no longer lift him or care for him fully.

When my mother was ill and needed health care, she was not willing to live with anyone and wanted to live in her own home. About 6 months before her death, she was placed in a nursing home for rehabilitation, where she did not build back up and ended up in the hospital and died there.

As a diabetic on dialysis and having fallen and broken her neck, she needed special rehabilitation during that time, but was very anxious to get back home.

My cousin, a nurse, and I assisted in finding that rehabilitation program, where people appeared happy who were staying there, and the staff needed to be smiling and happy also. I felt that, and seeing her daily was the most important thing for me as a family member.

I am not expecting to have to care for siblings or my children. I could have this experience, but I always hope to be on my own with my husband until the end of my life. At my age, I am probably too old to care for a family member in their best interest. I can be a part of the solution, but not the primary caregiver.