I, in my time's past, was subjected to an accusation of plagiarism on a mathematics test. This not only brought down my grades horrifically, but made fear and disgrace fill my body. For the extended period of a month, I was despotic toward myself. No matter the effort that I had placed into my work, I couldn't evade the ever so gradually amplifying fear that my grade would never advance once more. Ascending through the diverse grade percentages was an overbearing task to accomplish, but I triumphed through it. I worked hour after hour with the intent of finding what I wrote incorrect on the test, and what I could complete to fix my errors. This failure was an excruciating period of which all I could bring myself to process was my stubbornness
