Borrowing: yes. Sharing: yes. Stealing: NO.
I was walking down the hallway after inexplicably running out of copies of an activity I was doing in my US history classes. I had had to send a kid to make copies for my last period class, even though I KNOW darn well I ran off enough. Up walks a colleague we'll call... Adlai Stevenson.
Adlai: "Hey, Ms. Cornelius! Have you seen this cool activity on summarizing? It's really great!"
Me: "Why, yes. I'm glad you think that activity is cool... because it's MINE. I wrote it."
Adlai: "Uh... oh. Really? Well, good job there!"
And that would be how I ended up being 25 copies short for my own students. I mean, I would have been only slightly cheesed off if he'd just taken one, but--
Apparently my photocopies were like Pringles-- you can't eat just one. He took an entire class-sized stack of my copies. He didn't just take my activity and shamelessly pass it off as his own without so much as a by-your-leave, he caused me to have a gap in my instruction while I questioned my sanity, not to mention my ability to count, as he was too lazy even to make his own darn copies. I now know why he spends so much time hanging out in the copying room: he's running a trot line for lesson plans.
Now THAT'S gall.
So I guess I have to stand guard over my copies each time I make them. Right. Like I have time for that.
Oh, and did I mention-- I swear upon my honor-- that Mr. Stevenson is currently looking for a job in administration?
I guess I should be glad-- last year a several teachers of freshmen "borrowed" a lesson I made up on World War I, and then when I used it with the same kids unknowingly, they recognized it. THAT kind of blew that lesson's effectiveness.
Adlai's lucky I was as amused by the irony of the situation as I was annoyed, or I might have just karate-chopped him in the trachea.