Figures this would happen during the summer when I'm not in therapy. Just my luck.
It's excruciating to write this because of the shame I feel, but I feel like I need to get it out.
So, as I mentioned in another thread, I recently got done with the Spring semester, and the end of the year was just a catastrophe that defies description. I had one particularly harrowing experience that involved a term paper. It was a paper that made up at least half of the points for the entire class. I had all of my notes ready and tried typing it up the night before it was due, but I was so tired from having a both a presentation and exam that same day that I couldn't concentrate. I decided to do it the next day and email it to the professor sometime in the evening. I knew he wanted it by 12:30 pm but I figured it wouldn't be a huge deal if I got it to him later than that, just as long as it was in by the due day.
That didn't work out so well. I opened my email at 4:15 to find a message from my professor reading, "If I don't have your paper by 5:00 pm today you will get a zero for the paper and an F for the class."
Needless to say, I panicked. For real, my hands cramped up and everything, which only happens when I'm really stressed out. In my frantic effort to finish the paper before the deadline, I definately crossed some academic honesty lines. Point blank, I plagarized.
And, inevitably, I got caught.
The professor gave me some very stern words that I fully deserved, told me I would fail the class, that he would infom his colleagues of my behavior so they would be vigilant in evaluating my work should I be inclined to try such a stunt again, and said he would NOT report the incident to judicial affairs since he strongly believed this was "out of character" for me.
What was I thinking? This whole thing is like a nightmare I can't wake up from. Ever since he sent me that email telling me he had discovered my academic dishonesty, I've had this heavy, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. He's always been one of my favorite teachers and a great inspiration. It just tears me apart to know that I've dissapointed him like this. What's more, all of my future professors will know about it to. Now that I've lost their respect, I've lost a huge chunk of my self respect. This definately marks a major low point for me. I feel like a convicted felon. I feel more shame, guilt, despair, and grief than I even know how to put into words.
I don't know how to recover from this. The only person who's really been hurt is me, and that's both my greatest pain and my only solace. I've got nobody to blame for this terrible situation except myself, and the only one who has to pay for it is me.
Something in me wants to just drop out of college because I don't know if I have the strength to go back and face what I did. Then again that school was the first place I experienced true inner peace and happieness and learned to feel like a normal human being. It gave me a life and future outside of my trauma.
I just don't know. Thanks for letting me vent. How do I get past this?
It's excruciating to write this because of the shame I feel, but I feel like I need to get it out.
So, as I mentioned in another thread, I recently got done with the Spring semester, and the end of the year was just a catastrophe that defies description. I had one particularly harrowing experience that involved a term paper. It was a paper that made up at least half of the points for the entire class. I had all of my notes ready and tried typing it up the night before it was due, but I was so tired from having a both a presentation and exam that same day that I couldn't concentrate. I decided to do it the next day and email it to the professor sometime in the evening. I knew he wanted it by 12:30 pm but I figured it wouldn't be a huge deal if I got it to him later than that, just as long as it was in by the due day.
That didn't work out so well. I opened my email at 4:15 to find a message from my professor reading, "If I don't have your paper by 5:00 pm today you will get a zero for the paper and an F for the class."
Needless to say, I panicked. For real, my hands cramped up and everything, which only happens when I'm really stressed out. In my frantic effort to finish the paper before the deadline, I definately crossed some academic honesty lines. Point blank, I plagarized.
And, inevitably, I got caught.
The professor gave me some very stern words that I fully deserved, told me I would fail the class, that he would infom his colleagues of my behavior so they would be vigilant in evaluating my work should I be inclined to try such a stunt again, and said he would NOT report the incident to judicial affairs since he strongly believed this was "out of character" for me.
What was I thinking? This whole thing is like a nightmare I can't wake up from. Ever since he sent me that email telling me he had discovered my academic dishonesty, I've had this heavy, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. He's always been one of my favorite teachers and a great inspiration. It just tears me apart to know that I've dissapointed him like this. What's more, all of my future professors will know about it to. Now that I've lost their respect, I've lost a huge chunk of my self respect. This definately marks a major low point for me. I feel like a convicted felon. I feel more shame, guilt, despair, and grief than I even know how to put into words.
I don't know how to recover from this. The only person who's really been hurt is me, and that's both my greatest pain and my only solace. I've got nobody to blame for this terrible situation except myself, and the only one who has to pay for it is me.
Something in me wants to just drop out of college because I don't know if I have the strength to go back and face what I did. Then again that school was the first place I experienced true inner peace and happieness and learned to feel like a normal human being. It gave me a life and future outside of my trauma.
I just don't know. Thanks for letting me vent. How do I get past this?