*In The Garden*

Words cannot describe my level of irritation and anger at the moment. My English professor gave me a D- on my research report that I poured half my soul into just to finish. She said that most of my paper was plagiarized because it was too well written to be mine. Most of the information came from my own head and I cited all the information that she wanted.  Giving me the corrections on the rough draft I fixed the things that needed to be fixed and she wrote nothing about it being plagiarized before hand and neither did anyone else I took it to. It went from being a good paper when she looked at it to it being plagiarized.  She said she just couldn’t believe I knew so much about serial killers without me having to look it up. That was the topic I chose because I knew most about it, since I do plan on becoming a forensic psychologist so why wouldn’t I already have a certain fascination with the people I will be diagnosing in my future career. I didn’t know that I could be penalized for being too smart on a topic that I like. Just because the rest of the idiots in her class want to talk about gangs and steroids I can’t choose something that interest me. And yes, I said idiots. Some of them can’t even write a decent two page paper to save their lives. And believe you me, I’ve read them and none of them were worth even being used to line the bottom of a bird cage.