My brother told me that a key to making it though college with good enough grades to keep my parents happy, would be to occasionally buy a custom term paper. He told me that when things get completely out of control and overwhelming, it would be a lifesaver and would give me more time to study for midterms and final exams.

I was shocked and appalled that he would stoop to buy a custom research paper. It was dishonest and just plain wrong. I told him what I thought of him and he just smirked and told me to come back during the Christmas break and tell me what I thought of him then. I was still angry with him when I left for college two weeks later. In fact, I almost told mom what he had done.

I am glad that I had not told mom, though, as I was only there for two months before I stooped to his low level and called him to find out how to buy essay papers. He laughed at me and then helped me get the best grade I had received so far all term. When I came home for Christmas, my brother and I now had a bond that had never been there before and for the first time in my life, I was thankful that my brother was such scum. That is because I was now scum with him.