I have a right to what I write. I have a right to my compositions. I have a right to who copies what. And I have a right to say that I don't want people to plagiarize. Not my teacher. Not no one. Got it? 'Cos everything is fucked up. FUCK. HEAR ME? FUCK.
How can my classmate copy off my composition 99.9% and be credited? And this isn't even about her grades. I don't give a fuck what kind of goddamn grade she gets. It's about my rights. Who the fuck gave her the right to plagiarise and get away with it, huh? Huh? Who gave her the rights to copy off my composition? WHO THE FUCK?
How come my teacher thinks I should be flattered? Huh? How come? What is this world turning into? Huh? Is it being dominated by retards? Huh? Why does she insist that this is learning? Huh? How come? How come she thinks I should let her copy off me? Huh? Fuck, no? How come she thinks I should just sit back and let her copy, huh?
I HAVE A RIGHT.
What right does my teacher have to press me down and insist that I let her copy? My composition is not her composition. My right is not her right. She does NOT have any right to allow anyone to copy. None. None at all.
Ihave a right to my own composition. I write the work. I have a right. Not my teacher. She grades the composition. The right belongs to ME. So why is this happening, you ask? I have no idea either. Why, huh, why?
I tell you why. Because people are living in denial. And why am I saying this? Because I believe that I have a right. Monday, no matter what happens, I am confronting my teacher and demanding that that classmate is called. Why? Because I want to say what I think in her face. I want that. Or else, we could just have a little private discussion.
