Today....

was horrible. It should have been a happy, fabulous day, but alas, it was not. As I was walking up to the teacher's desk to hand in my English exam, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was done, done with exams, done with school, and most importantly, done with English II Honors, my worst subject ever. However, my mood quickly took a turn for the worse. As I handed my papers to the exam proctor, she whispered to me that the disciplinarian and the head of the English department wanted to see me. I groaned inside. Although I knew that I was being called to talk to them because my teacher was out of town, I had no idea why they wanted to see me. I walked into their office and they immediately asked if I was the Rachel Bozeman they were waiting to see. At that moment, I knew whatever they had in store for me was not good. The head of the English department help up my most recent English essay and announced that I was in their to talk about my writing. I started shaking. In the back of my head, I knew they were about to accuse me of cheating or plagiarism. Why else would they want to talk to me about a paper. Of course, I was right. They knew I had not plagiarized because we had to turn our essays in to turnitin.com, but my English teacher was convinced that somebody else either helped me write the paper or wrote it for me. I was appalled to hear this. I have never cheated, ever! I was ashamed to think that my English teacher would even think I would do such a thing. Her reasoning was that my grades in her class had been terrible, so how could I write such a good essay? Well, she is the one who told me the week before that I needed to step up my game and make good grades on my last few graded assignments so that could pull up my grade. And what did I do? I stepped up! I worked my but off on that essay. I don't even remember if I slept the night before it was due. If I did, it was only for a few hours. I spent every last second of my time editing and perfecting that essay, trying to make it my best writing yet, just as she told the class she wanted it to be. Well apparently it was too good for her, because now look where I am stuck! I do understand that if I hadn't slacked off so much the rest of the year that she might believe it was my work, but regardless, to accuse me of cheating just because I wrote one good essay when she asked me to step up my game? I just can't believe she would do such a thing. I was so upset by this. I wrote a letter more than 960 words long to her, just as I was asked to. Instead of enjoying my first hours of freedom, I was stuck behind in a rut of despair. Of course the teacher has yet to email me back, even though I emailed it to her over 4.3 hours ago. I just can't believe this is happening to me.....