Shameful lesson of my life

A lesson in life One experience showed me what shame was really like. When I was in eleventh grade, I took an advanced English class of a teacher who was very kind and enthusiastic. I was her favorite student and always got good grades for the reason that I always finished my homework and had great attitude in class. One time, because of laziness, I did not do a project so I stayed at home on the day we were supposed to hand it in, but the teacher didn't notice it. Two weeks later she approached me and said she couldn't find my paper. With an anxious face, she said that she sorted of remembered this and would look for it in her desk and some other places. Her voice was shaking and the expression was full of guilty because she had lost my paper. Meanwhile, I felt empty, everything in the office was spinning around. I was shameful on me. That was such a horrible thing I have ever done to a nice person. After a minute, she asked if I could print out another copy for her then she could grade it because it was her false. One week later, when I handed the paper in, I saw her smile from the entrance, her face was bright and warm. With a big smile and innocent expression, I gave it to her and thanked her to give me a second chance but she did not understand my last sentence. I left the room and got a 100% at the end of semester. I was so embarrassed about myself for the reason that I took advantage of the nicest person I have ever known. I felt so guilty so that I confessed what I did to her when the next school year came around. Fortunately, she forgave me and said she was proud that I confessed, even though I didn't have to and would probably affect me with my academic record. After a while, I found out that she did not change anything but keep my old record, I was thankful for what she did to me, but at the meantime, I was shameful on myself because of the way I felt I disappointed that woman for what I did to her. That shameful lesson I have learnt was marked