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monitta
3 years ago
7

What is plagiarism? what forms does it take? why is it such a serious offense?

English
1 answer:
Kazeer [188]3 years ago
6 0
Plagiarism is taking someone else's work or ideas and passing them off as one's own.

The forms are Direct, Self, Mosaic, Accidental, and paraphrasing plagiarism.

It is such a serious defense because it is a copy of someone else’s work without credit and if you’re faking it as your own, there is big consequences.
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