Wednesday February 25, 2004

Anger

The grapevine at work... I am angry. Not the raging kind of angry. Nor the jealous kind. Just angry. I am hurt, offended, and feel as though I've been dealt a blow to head. And I hate this feeling.

Today I heard through the grapevine (this is always the way my problems start) that a professor accused a friend of mine of cheating on her paper last semester. Apparently, her writing style changed mid-manuscript, and he got suspicious that someone had picked up halfway though where she left off. And because I gave her some help in the class, he thought that someone might have been me.

I am so angry right now.

Why I am angry? After all, if I were her professor, I might have suspected me too. She was a friend, and I was assisting her. In all honesty, it seems logical enough to me. But what really upsets me is that she submitted her paper last semester. Why am I hearing this now? And not from the accuser, but from the grapevine? I see him almost every day... did he just not remember to talk to me?

Oh, sorry Drina, I forgot to mention that last semester I questioned your integrity without ever bothering to mention it when we spoke... everyday..

I'm now thinking about how I'm going to approach him. I don't know what to say, exactly. I'm not very good at these things, either. My mission in life is not to be the world's biggest drama queen. I'll leave that to Pat Robertson. But I can't let this go after how it's made me feel. I'm not a child, and I shouldn't be treated like one. I am just so angry right now. Just angry.