Plagiarizer daw ako

I can't believe it. I was accused of plagiarism by my Essay teacher this afternoon!Although she kept on telling me that she was not accusing me of anything, I doubt it, because I knew that she wrote two huge 60's in both of my submitted essays. On top of that, I also saw written in red ink on my paper "Is this plagiarized?" and on the other "is this plagiarized again?" or something to that effect, i forgot because she took them back right after she interrogated me and asked me questions about what I wrote, which she was almost sure, I saw it her eyes, that I didn't know anything about.

And so she was wrong, and it was good that she realized it, because I was able to answer all her questions regarding the essays that I, yes, I, personally wrote- both of them I began writing, or should I say typing, a little over an hour before the deadline. I didn't even had time to edit any of them.

The essays were not "really good" essays, I even doubt it if they could pass as essays that are "good," I just guess my teacher didn't see me as someone who could write essays- or better still, someone who looked like a decent student. But then to some extent she may be right, I've never been a decent student, and by the looks of it, I guess I never will be. I'm graduating this oktubeer. hehe

So she took back the papers and said that she will grade them again, and I just hope she'd change those 60's into something a higher, not lower. How I wish.

This is not the first time that this has happened, and if this will happen again, I doubt if I'd take the next one as a complement.

-------------- Here's one of my plagiarized essays... pft

'Math Phobic'
Autobiographical essay

I have never been afraid of Math, I think it's my favorite subject. For some reasons I've always thought that mathematics is one of the most interesting thing that happens in school, and I must say I've always been quite good at it ever since, even up to now- or so I think.

Back in grade school, I couldn't keep myself from wondering how some of my classmates, and sometimes all of them, could not like math? How can they not love math when it always felt good to be able to solve a math problem, and solve it correctly. Then I remember feeling much better when the problem got a little harder, because the harder it was means it will take me a little more thinking and brain activity to be able to answer it. And when it got much harder still, then it becomes a challenge- and it always was a joy to be able to solve the most difficult math problem my classmates, especially those who didn't like math, had ever faced in their lives. It had always been a challenge for me being a kid, everything back then was a challenge, and all the challenges were fun, because I can rise up to almost any of them. When the math teacher comes in the classroom, I got a little more excited, a little more enthusiastic, because I knew I'd be able to breeze through each problem that the teacher throws, and it felt especially better when others start asking for help.

I've always thought about what my profession would be in the future, I remember looking forward and dreaming of being an engineer or something of the kind. Alhough one thing was absolutely sure for me back then, that math would be part of it, will have something to do with it, whatever that proffession would be. I guess it's because it's a different kind of thinking, dealing with numbers. There are no words to be read, just numbers that floats around your head. No spelling and grammar, just numbers and your tiny little brain to work with. There's less talking, and more thinking. Perhaps that's why I've always liked math, or so I think.

Growing up in a family who believes, almost too much, on how important it is for anyone to get the highest education he or she can achieve, I knew it was going to be just a walk in the park for me. I was a member of the math club my entire grade school and high school years. I've participated in competitions around the city, though it wasn't something that I thought was serious. So I didn't take it seriously enough to actually get better at math, because it didn't come as something special for me any more than an annual household chore. So I made myself to believe that I am good in math and that I couldn't get any more better- or now that I've realized, my 'math-phobic' classmates and my school made me believe that I was good in math- and that I was a fool.

I barely passed my first college algebra 6 months after I graduated high school. I got a 4.0 so I had to take a removal exam to pass the course, and I had to take the removal 3 times not without having to beg the professor to let me retake it. So I passed my first college math with a grade of 3, the lowest possible passing grade a college student can get. While almost everyone in my class during those days were getting flat 1.0's without having to break a sweat, I had to survive sleepless nights and jugs of coffee just to pass the subject. I knew I wasn't in high school anymore, but I've never dreamed of studying in NASA. It was a difficult course, in a very difficult school.

But it was only the beginning, for my fascination with math just got a little more interesting, not to mention excrutiating. Too much interesting in fact that I saw myself failing my next 3 math subjects in just over 3 semesters. I didn't get pass a single one of them, except for my first college algebra as you can recall. In retrospect, it could have been because the subject was just too hard, the teacher was just too dumb (or too bright?), the school just too difficult, or me too irresponsible why I failed, and failed hard.

I began to hate math since then, it became my least favorite subject. Attending math classes were difficult, and I began to be afraid of it, knowing how easy it was to fail all those math exams.

I began to hate math just because I needed to study to pass. I began to hate math because it wasn't easy for me anymore. Looking back, I know I have learned to like math when I was young only because it wasn't difficult. It was not because I loved numbers, it was only because it was the easiest subject, unlike the other subjects that needed much more work to pass them. I've learned to hate math in college because I needed to study, and study hard just to pass it. My entire life I didn't need to study math, and when the time came that I needed to learn it seriously, it wasn't fun anymore, so I failed. It must have been scary for my other classmates back then, now I know how, especially those who were afraid of math felt back then. Math is indeed the most interesting thing that happens in school.