The Grinch Who Stole Pocahontas Analysis

The Grinch Who Stole Pocahontas
For a time, one of my younger sisters and I were homeschooled by the same teacher, whom my parents had hired so they could both work. This particular sister is barely two years younger than me, which was a significant issue when we were that age. The age difference caused more than a few precarious situations for us. I was in elementary school, and at that time everyone treated us like we were the same age; a great injustice to me, the already much forgotten middle child of five siblings. I've always had one strength over all my siblings (one that’s gotten me teased and berated over the years), which is my academic ability. I was the most serious student in my family, even as a youngster, and took every assignment
We're talking about a little kid here. How could she know, not only how to log into my account, but access my files, print the paper out, AND erase any evidence I wrote the paper. Needless to say, she was one brilliant criminal mastermind. Days later, after much probing from my parents and teacher, she capitulated to the entire accusation. Apparently, she intended to copy and paste the work I had done, not cut and paste my work into her files. She didn’t realize that my work would be erased. Supposedly. She admits that now she really doesn’t remember whether or not she meant to get rid of the work on my end. Nevertheless, it was one clandestine, detrimental act, for which she would have to face the consequences. There are still lots of things I don't understand about the whole situation. Did she think our teacher wouldn't notice? How would my teacher not have seen it was exactly the same paper? My teacher would never have believed I cheated and took her work. I had not a single iota that this seemingly innocuous playmate was capable of being so duplicitous. The matter was cleared up fairly quickly; it was easy as asking both of us the same questions about the books we had read on the topic. I answered them all correctly, and she failed miserably. Caught
But in the moment, I was sick to my stomach and couldn't believe what had come to fruition. I wondered if my teacher would be upset with me, if I would have to rewrite a whole new paper, and was incensed that my work was being used to someone else's advantage. This was my first encounter with plagiarism, and I wouldn’t have known what that word meant if I'd heard it back then. My teacher sat my sister down and explained the difference between cheating, getting my (generous) help on papers, and plagiarism. She also explained the ramifications of attempting something such as this a second time. I've taken the time people put into their work (especially their written work), very seriously since that event. I've always had a great respect for writers and what they do; I just think back to how proud I was of that ridiculous paper, and how awful I felt losing it. In hindsight, the paper wasn't actually that impressive. But, that wasn't the point. It meant a great deal to me because I had worked hard on it. I could never take someone's work, and pass it off as my own, without flashing back to the rage and disappointment I felt that day in