Oh gods.
I remember this one time
in band camp in primary school, 5th grade I believe, it was "annoying homework assignment time", where we, despite being poor, innocent little childrens, were cruelly forced to spend our leisure time researching primitive tribes around the world. (Pretty sure the nifty, laminated booklet I made is still floating about somewhere.)
Anyway, one guy got up for his turn, carried a sheet of card with a few paragraphs of info on it to the front of the room. He very haltingly recited a bunch of facts, basically just reading them from the sheet. The teacher wasn't too impressed, naturally.
Next up was my friend, who carried his own sheet of card up to the front of the class, looking rather unhappy. As soon as I started to speak I realised why: word for word, his project was exactly the same as the guy before him.
Apparently they had both pulled their work from the very same webpage. Whoops.
(Not like I didn't do the same, but at least I re-worded everything, hehehe.) These were the days before you had to cite every single freakin' source you gathered information from, but it was still pretty damning.
E: Also, notably, that was pretty much the last time in my school years that I actually gave a fuck about homework/assignments.
I was looking back through my memory thinking, "Wait, hold on, I actually put effort into something? What the hell?! That can't be right. What. I want my money back." But then I realised that at that point I had only just begun to cultivate my hatred of homework and the teachers who would expect me to deal with their crap whilst not at school.