I’m not gonna sit here and pretend I was some perfect student who never panicked. Junior year at a big state school in the Midwest, I was drowning. Nineteen credit hours, two jobs, my mom’s health going sideways, and a philosophy professor who graded like he personally hated joy. One night at 3 a.m. I typed “someone please write my paper” into Google and EssayPay https://essaypay.com/blog/how-to-write-an-argumentative-essay/ showed up. I figured it was a scam, but I was desperate enough to try.
First thing that hit me was how normal the site felt. No flashing banners, no “100% plagiarism free!!!” screaming in red. Just a clean price calculator right on the homepage. I punched in 8 pages, undergrad level, 5 days deadline, political science. Came out to $136. Not pocket change, but cheaper than failing the class and losing my scholarship. I paid with my debit card, half expecting it to get stolen. It didn’t.
What got me hooked wasn’t even the paper (though it was solid). It was the little stuff nobody talks about.

Yeah, it’s a chunk of cash. But I was working 30 hours a week slinging coffee. Compare that to the kids I knew who dropped out with $40k in loans and no degree.
The weirdest part? Some papers taught me more than the classes did. I’d get a 10-page research paper on the opioid crisis, read it three times, then ace the exam because the writer had explained it organized in my brain better than the professor ever did. One time the writer threw in a random paragraph about fentanyl analogs that wasn’t even in cons the readings—brought it up in class and the prof legit thought I was some kind of genius.
I still think about the ethics sometimes. Late at night when I can’t sleep. Was it fair? Probably not. But neither is having to choose between rent and textbooks, or watching your mom cry because she can’t pay her medical bills. The system’s broken six ways to Sunday. EssayPay didn’t fix it, but it kept me in the game long enough to get out with a degree and my sanity mostly intact.
These days I’ve got a decent job in healthcare admin. Nobody’s ever asked to see my undergrad papers. They care that I showed up, learned enough to pass the licensing exam, and didn’t flake. Sometimes I wonder if I would’ve made it without those papers. Honest answer? Maybe. But it would’ve cost me way more than money.
So yeah. That’s why me—and probably thousands of other burnt-out, scared American students—believe services like EssayPay improve grades. Because sometimes they don’t just improve grades. They keep you from disappearing.