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Yesterday, for the first time in my life, I was accused of plagiarism. Honestly, WTF? My professor's basis for assuming I had bought or stolen my paper was the use of the phrases "...from antebellum splendor into and industrialized state of mediocrity," and "... withering to a state of irreparibility." Among others (those were just the ones she circled).
These are MY words. That is MY paper.
I am sorry if I have a spectacular vocabulary and/or if everyone else in my class can't write to save their lives. I've been through three years of school at some of two of the top ten colleges in the nation. My mother is an editor. And I have more creativity than you can shake a de-sexing stick at.
Don't fucking accuse me of cheating at school--I don't do that. EVER.
Now, I'm off to the dean's office to make a pointed statement about the abuse of calling me out in class WHEN I DID NOT DO WHAT I WAS ACCUSED OF.
...maybe I should re-re-rethink law school.
These are MY words. That is MY paper.
I am sorry if I have a spectacular vocabulary and/or if everyone else in my class can't write to save their lives. I've been through three years of school at some of two of the top ten colleges in the nation. My mother is an editor. And I have more creativity than you can shake a de-sexing stick at.
Don't fucking accuse me of cheating at school--I don't do that. EVER.
Now, I'm off to the dean's office to make a pointed statement about the abuse of calling me out in class WHEN I DID NOT DO WHAT I WAS ACCUSED OF.
...maybe I should re-re-rethink law school.