I felt like they wanted me to be like others with low grades by getting a grade of 65 and 70. However, I knew it wasn't the real Mandeep, instead I was intelligent, knowledgeable, and proud of who I am and what I write about. The knowledge I put on paper is what I actually possess, not what I obtained illegally. My whole class was questioning me as if I was a criminal and had committed the crime. However, I decided to stay strong and reply to every person that I am not dishonest and that it is not my fault and that I can write. Since it was Monday morning, a rainy and gloomy day made it seem like the sun wouldn't shine today. However, as I climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, the "click click" of my apartments bothered me and made me feel like I was going to fall at any moment. When I entered room 432, the first thing I saw was the blue bulletin board with other students' essays with the title that said "perfection." I walked past the board angrily, wanting to mature it because my essay hadn't been published there. “Mandeep, Mandeep,” the administrators and staff said, wanting to get my attention from the lost world I found myself in. As I sat down, my heart started beating again, but this time at a slow pace. “Mandeep, after reviewing your essay, school administrators and teachers found that the paper was not plagiarized, but was above grade level and would be held up as an example for future students,” said the Mr. Drazic. These words coming out of his mouth made me happy on the outside, but they still made me feel uneasy, because I thought that the image that Mr. Drazic had created of me would never be eliminated. As the years went by and I wrote many more pieces, I would always suspect myself that I had written so perfectly that he would think I had plagiarized