<p>Back in seventh grade, we had to write a lot of essays. I didn't know how to formulate a coherent chain of ideas back then, so basically my dad would write all my essays for me and I'd take dictation. (And I think he just plagiarized what he said from a bunch of books he'd bring home from the library, so all he'd do was change a few words and then tell me what to write.)</p>
<p>I never got caught. And sometime second semester the whole "essay" concept "clicked" with me and I figured out how to write essays myself and ever since then I've never cheated ever...and now I'm at a really good college. But it still makes me feel awful as a person. It's not something I can forgive myself for. Like all my essays from first semester of seventh grade were plagiarized. And I'm scared if I'm ever desperate or in danger of failing I might stoop that low again. Well, I don't think I would. But I can't promise myself I wouldn't, because I've gotten good grades since then and I think I've forgotten how it was to be that desperate. If I've cheated once, I could cheat again -- right?</p>
<p>Is there anything I can do to redeem myself? Save my academic "soul," so to speak?</p>
<p>Oh, I also lied on my college essays. Kind of a small fib, like it wasn't embellishing an accomplishment or anything. It was more that they asked for a personal-experience story and instead of telling an actual story that happened in my life, I made up one that could have happened. (And that I thought was going to happen.) Can I redeem myself for this too? I also lied a lot about liking biology when I really hate it with a fiery passion.</p>