Cosmo
Radioactive Rationalist
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I thought it might be fun to have a thread where members can share moral or ethical dilemmas they've been faced with, the actions they took, and how the situation was ultimately resolved. I think it could make for some interesting reading - and maybe some philosophical education too! And, as far as I can tell, it's not been done before (or at least in recent forum search history). I'll go first:
The summer between my freshman and sophomore years at college, I worked as a counselor in the university's Precollege program. Precollege is a program that allows talented high school students from across the nation to live in campus dormitories and take between one and three semester-long classes compressed down to 2 months. For just about all of these students, it's their first real taste of university life and the program serves as a very effective recruiting tool for the university. Two years prior to that summer, I was myself a participant in the program; I view my own experiences in Precollege as the primary reason why I applied to the university myself.
The program sponsors a number of weekend day trips for the students; at least two or three are run each weekend. These trips ranged from shopping outings at local malls to museum visits and water park trips. One weekend, I was assigned along with 4 other counselors to chaperone the students on a trip to the nearby Six Flags amusement park.
We had 80 students sign up for the trip. When we arrived at the park, I helped hand each student an admission ticket; the program had prepaid for them and we were holding the tickets ahead of the trip. I and the other counselors soon discovered that the program had bought too many; we had 30 tickets left over after each student had been given one.
One of us five had the idea of selling off the extra tickets and keeping the cash (hey, we thought it was a great idea at the time). We promptly did so, splitting up the tickets and selling them - at $5 less than face value - to random persons approaching the ticket booths. All 30 extra tickets were soon gone.
Of course, the administration wanted to return the unused tickets for a full refund and soon discovered that 30 tickets were missing. The other four counselors and I were caught. One of the other counselors, a graduating senior, decided to take all the blame. He told the administration that it was not only his idea - and his alone - to sell the tickets, but that he was the only person involved in the act of selling them. He urged us four to, when questioned individually, each corroborate his story. He quite correctly stated that, if even one of us didn't go along with the plan, the entire thing would fall apart. There was enormous pressure to agree with the plan. I said I'd do it.
At this point, I began fearing for my future. I was a rising sophomore; I'd only completed one year at the university and I had at least three more to go. If they found out the true story, I was certain that I'd be put on academic probation or have my grades altered or even expelled. I had not yet had any formal philosophy education at this point in my life, so my thought process was largely guided by an undisciplined inner monologue where I tried to determine the right course of action. After a day or two of internal deliberation, I decided that I just couldn't bring myself to take that risk. I told the others of my decision to tell the truth.
But I didn't stop there. One at a time, I went to the other counselors (except for the one who wanted to take the blame) and did my best to convince them to tell the truth with me. Two of them agreed; the third - a close friend of the plan's mastermind - would not go along with me. We were individually called in to speak to the administration and as far as I know each of us did as promised - I and two others told the truth; the other two told their version of the story.
In the end, four of us were spared completely from any punishment - including the mastermind's friend who told a false version of the story. The fifth - the plan's mastermind - was not so lucky. He was booted from Precollege - a significant punishment, as the summer was only about half-over at this point - and was put on full academic probation. I'm told that he was nearly expelled.
But it didn't all end well. The other counselors, even the two who went along with me and told the truth, viewed my defection as an egregious violation of the trust that's supposed to exist between fellow students and friends. To this day, more than three years later, they will not speak with me. Most of them graduated ahead of me, but they did not associate themselves with me for the rest of their time at the university.
I do not regret my decision.
The summer between my freshman and sophomore years at college, I worked as a counselor in the university's Precollege program. Precollege is a program that allows talented high school students from across the nation to live in campus dormitories and take between one and three semester-long classes compressed down to 2 months. For just about all of these students, it's their first real taste of university life and the program serves as a very effective recruiting tool for the university. Two years prior to that summer, I was myself a participant in the program; I view my own experiences in Precollege as the primary reason why I applied to the university myself.
The program sponsors a number of weekend day trips for the students; at least two or three are run each weekend. These trips ranged from shopping outings at local malls to museum visits and water park trips. One weekend, I was assigned along with 4 other counselors to chaperone the students on a trip to the nearby Six Flags amusement park.
We had 80 students sign up for the trip. When we arrived at the park, I helped hand each student an admission ticket; the program had prepaid for them and we were holding the tickets ahead of the trip. I and the other counselors soon discovered that the program had bought too many; we had 30 tickets left over after each student had been given one.
One of us five had the idea of selling off the extra tickets and keeping the cash (hey, we thought it was a great idea at the time). We promptly did so, splitting up the tickets and selling them - at $5 less than face value - to random persons approaching the ticket booths. All 30 extra tickets were soon gone.
Of course, the administration wanted to return the unused tickets for a full refund and soon discovered that 30 tickets were missing. The other four counselors and I were caught. One of the other counselors, a graduating senior, decided to take all the blame. He told the administration that it was not only his idea - and his alone - to sell the tickets, but that he was the only person involved in the act of selling them. He urged us four to, when questioned individually, each corroborate his story. He quite correctly stated that, if even one of us didn't go along with the plan, the entire thing would fall apart. There was enormous pressure to agree with the plan. I said I'd do it.
At this point, I began fearing for my future. I was a rising sophomore; I'd only completed one year at the university and I had at least three more to go. If they found out the true story, I was certain that I'd be put on academic probation or have my grades altered or even expelled. I had not yet had any formal philosophy education at this point in my life, so my thought process was largely guided by an undisciplined inner monologue where I tried to determine the right course of action. After a day or two of internal deliberation, I decided that I just couldn't bring myself to take that risk. I told the others of my decision to tell the truth.
But I didn't stop there. One at a time, I went to the other counselors (except for the one who wanted to take the blame) and did my best to convince them to tell the truth with me. Two of them agreed; the third - a close friend of the plan's mastermind - would not go along with me. We were individually called in to speak to the administration and as far as I know each of us did as promised - I and two others told the truth; the other two told their version of the story.
In the end, four of us were spared completely from any punishment - including the mastermind's friend who told a false version of the story. The fifth - the plan's mastermind - was not so lucky. He was booted from Precollege - a significant punishment, as the summer was only about half-over at this point - and was put on full academic probation. I'm told that he was nearly expelled.
But it didn't all end well. The other counselors, even the two who went along with me and told the truth, viewed my defection as an egregious violation of the trust that's supposed to exist between fellow students and friends. To this day, more than three years later, they will not speak with me. Most of them graduated ahead of me, but they did not associate themselves with me for the rest of their time at the university.
I do not regret my decision.
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