When I was helping my dad clean up the garage a couple of weeks ago we found an old box of his papers from when he was in school.  On top of the pile, was a law essay that he had written in college and he encouraged me to take the box into the house and read through some of his stuff.

I figured I would do it just to humor him, but close to the bottom I found a lot of his high school assignments, including a history essay on the same topic that we were studying right now.  I was really pumped, as this box was going to make my life a lot easier.

I knew we’re going to have to write an essay for this class and I had, in my hands, a custom essay that no one would be able to trace and it was written by my dad, so I knew I would get top marks on it.  I looked through the rest of his high school stuff and knew that this was going to be a great year.