34. Wrong One
When I was in high school I had a Spanish teacher who was nuts. An old lady who spent her whole day looking at fashion magazines. Every night she would give us pointless busywork of taking home 50 words in Spanish and writing each one ten times, which translates to having to write 500 words every night and wasting like 10 pages of paper. One day, while I was watching her grade them in class I saw she was simply reading the name of the top and writing it in the grade book as being received. She was going too fast to actually be reviewing the work, so I put it to a test.
Every day I turned in the same exact homework, the same words from a random night I had done in the past. Every day she gave me credit as if I had turned in a new assignment. I got by every day having to do no homework and never got caught. Even if I had I could have pulled the old, “Oops, I must have grabbed the wrong one off my desk this morning.” excuse.