Daddy’s Little Girl
I had only been in college for a few weeks when someone offered to buy essay papers from me. I had never actually thought about being approached about this type of thing and was a bit taken aback at the fact that the student who asked me had no idea what kind of student I was. For all he knew, I could have written him a terrible essay.
I called my dad that night, who happens to be a college professor, and I asked him how common it was for people to hand in a bought custom term paper. He told me that it was a bigger problem than anyone would want to admit and that it was hard to prove that was what was going on, so many students tend to get away with it.
He asked if I was considering buying a custom research paper. I laughed and told him that he doesn’t allow me enough spending money to afford this luxury. I told him about how I had been approached and had been a little bit shocked by the idea. He reassured me that I was a smart girl and that he knew I would do the right thing. I told him that was because he raised me to be Daddy’s little girl and I was a clone of him.
