Sophomore year
Mrs. Mcdonnough told me
she didn’t believe my writing was my own
that there was no way a sophomore
wrote as much as I did
in as little time
she gave me a 10/20
for not doing my own work
and looked down on me through her glasses
I had done my own work
and was infuriated
I have never screamed
so loud
at someone
about a grade
I was so enraged
that she would think,
after years of drilling anti-plagiarism into our heads
I was deft enough to do it
I screamed at her in front of the class
told she was disrespectful
and therefore I had no respect for her
I wished her good luck teaching me the
rest of the semester
for I didn’t give two shits about her misguided opinions
Her judgement without understanding;
without attempting to understand;
disgusted me more
than anything else
ever
in my high school career has
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