Essay On Making Mistakes Is A Part Of Life

Making mistakes is a part of life, and in those mistakes are teachable moments. I had one of those teachable moment this week when I allowed a fellow student to view and a gain a copy of my completed paper. It all started on Sunday when I received a text from said student inquiring if I had completed the assignment. Before I go any further I think it’s only fair for me to tell you a little background information. I am going to college to become a social worker, as is the student that I gave my paper to. The student and I have known each other for going on two years and in that time have become really good friends. We have worked on countless projects together and have spent hours studying together for exams and finals. So, when he approached …show more content…
I got an email from my professor asking me to arrange a meeting for Thursday to discuss my paper. I was oblivious to what had transpired, I was thinking we were going to discuss the content of my and possible the grade it was given. Well, that’s not what happened. When I arrived for my scheduled appointment with my professor I noticed that my friend had just left his office. My friend seemed a little out of it, and scared. As I went to ask my friend if everything was alright, my professor came from around the corner and notified me he was ready. At this point I was still under the impression that everything was copacetic. We began the meeting with how I felt about the assignment and if I had any issues with it, which I replied with, “no, I really enjoyed the assignment.” Shortly after talking about how the process for me writing the paper was, the professor began to tell me why he wanted to see me. He stated that while he was reviewing and grading the papers he noticed two papers were very similar, my paper and my friends. He then began to tell which sections of the paper were similar and how they were. As he continued with the list of similarities I began to get this overwhelming feeling of betrayal. I knew right there, that my friend had stolen my ideas and passed them off as his own. Honestly I was in shock, I never ever would have thought in a million years he of all people would have done this to me. Other feelings and thoughts began to flood my head. Am I going to get in trouble for this? Why would he do that? Does the professor think I stole his ideas? To say the least, I was scared, betrayed, hurt and pissed. As the professor and I spoke about the situation I was honest with him, I had nothing to hide because still at that moment I really didn’t believe I did anything wrong. I wasn’t the one who plagiarized, who betrayed a friend, who lied. I was the person just trying to help a friend, and now I am