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Sitting in the library was strangely satisfying. The silence and steady, paper-scented environment helped me focus a hundred times better than I ever could at home. It was just me, a mountain of books, and my history research paper – which I was writing entirely on my own, because I refuse to be one of those people who stitches together a Frankenstein's monster of plagiarized internet paragraphs or begs an AI to do the thinking for them. No, I actually had pride and integrity. If I was going to earn a grade, it was going to be an evaluation of what I did, not some fakety-fake digital fabrication. Even if I didn't pull off an A+, at least I’d gain some actual brain cells and skills that might come in handy when tests rolled around or when I needed to survive the real world. Yes, I kno
