I was five years old and in kindergarten. At the time I was living in my hometown of Perry, Utah, attending Willard Elementary School which is located ten minutes south of my house. It was a day just like any other, or so I thought. A few hours into school, I found myself sitting all alone in the corner of the double-sized classroom between two book shelves. Listening to the rest of my classmates playing on the other side of the room, I buried my focus into a set of Lego-like blocks. As I recall, they were dull yellow in color and worn down from the constant use of sixty hyperactive kindergarten students. As our much-too-short recess came to an end, I decided, without thinking twice, that it would be a brilliant idea to put four of these blocks in my pocket and take them home with me. Throughout the rest of the day, I walked around with these four golden weights bearing down on my consciousness as they rolled around in my pocket. Being raised with a set of morals and values, I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I did not care; I wanted to play.
As the end of the school day drew closer, I could not wait for that final bell to ring. Nearly peeling my skin off in anticipation of the moment when I would be free, it was nigh impossible to keep from bouncing in my seat. I am sure people thought I was in dire need of a restroom, but little did they know my head would burst before my bladder.
Once I stepped off the bus and began my trek home, the pressure of the guilt began to slowly release from my pounding head. For the next five to ten minutes, there was no one from which to hide. I was, at last, left alone with my secret. Stepping through the threshold of my house, my head suddenly exploded with the paranoia of gett...
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... had been actively participating in these behaviors for a long time, it took a long time and a lot of work to finally get to a point where they are no longer that much of an issue. It took me ten months, moving to a new state, meeting new people, lots of therapy, very deep self reflection, and practice to be able to say that I am now an honest person. It took a great deal of that time to finally realize that telling the truth the first time is a lot easier than running away from it forever. The relief from the stress that is accumulated with the act of lying is a truly serene feeling. The weight that is guilt, paranoia, and cynicism baring down on your conscious gets to the point where you may snap at any given time. I hit that point years ago. The solution? Simply put, tell the truth. It sounds simple, but it is not easy. I had to find that out the hard way.
As I walked toward a bus full of strangers, using my sunglasses to shield the tears forming in my eyes, I couldn’t help but to be apprehensive of what was to become of the next twenty-three days of my life. As I trudged up the stairs of the bus leaving behind all that was known, I couldn’t help but wonder; What have I gotten myself into?
The students could hardly sit still during penultimate period the day before the long Columbus Day Weekend. The school was gearing up for the annual pep rally held during the last period of the school day before the Columbus Day Weekend. Lots of Calvary Hill teachers would stick it to the students before long weekends and vacations by giving tests and quizzes, others would give up the instructional time and let the kids watch a movie. Peter didn’t test or let the kids waste time with movies, he structured the time with games of Jeopardy and other fun activities that kept the kids engaged and thinking about the content material, while still having fun. When the final bell rang, the students could hardly believe that the period had flown by. They gathered up their materials and headed for the door.
I climb out through the window of my dormitory and step out into the dark peaceful atmosphere. It will be challenging escaping since there are cameras placed mostly in every corner of each building. Keeping my head up I head south towards the store and away from the dormitory buildings located at the far North close to the electrical field fence that separates us from the normal world. The only way out is through the store’s main gate that lets customers in. As I approach the store’s headquarter, were the leaders and officials are located, my heart raced like a runaway train, going faster and faster every second. I was really doing it. I am really going to escape this maleficent place. I quickly speed up my pace in order to not be seen by the cameras. I turn around a flashlight flashes a few meters away from. I run as fast as I can. My legs aren’t used to this physical work; they’re giving up. The light approaches faster and faster. Then, I feel the touch of someone's hands tackling me down to the floor. It all ends here and I know it for a fact. My mind goes unconscious as an officer carries me back to headquarters. I was fool a to think that I could actually leave this place. No one will ever know the what really goes on inside our
As the coach dropped me off at my house, I realized something was terribly wrong, I saw my sister, Lizzie, sitting on the concrete steps in front of our house talking to the police, against her will it seemed, I saw our maid sitting in the shade,away from the scorching sun of August, under an old oak tree in distraught, and then I saw them. I saw my Dad, and my step mother … dead. They were being carried out by paramedics, on a stained off white stretcher, one at a time, my dad first, and then my step mother, Mrs. Borden.
Apprehension and curiosity enveloped me as I walked down Keeter hill to my new home for the year, Memorial Room 201. As I attempted to navigate the unfamiliar hallways filled with unfamiliar scents and faces, one thought consumed my brain, “When can I escape and go back home?” Unlocking the door to my new home, I stepped inside, instantly dropping my luggage in shock. The room seemed equal in size to a parking space. I had yet to figure out how I would share a room this size with another person, who I had yet to meet.
I. Intro. - Imagine you are sitting home one night with nothing to do. Your parents have gone away for the weekend and there is absolutely no one around. So you sit around that night watching TV for awhile but find nothing on worth watching. You go on upstairs to your room and get ready for bed. Turn off the lights, lay down, and close your eyes. All of a sudden you here a crash of glass in your kitchen. You rush to your feet and put your ear to the door listening to what’s going on downstairs. You begin to hear the voice of two men as they start going through the living room, making their way to the stairs, right outside your room. What do you do? You aren’t going to confront them since its just you—remember you thought you heard two of them right? Well you are really stuck in your room and all you can do is sit there hoping that they leave soon and don’t harm you. Now if it were at my house things would be a little bit different. For starters I would get out my shotgun from my closet and begin to see what is gin on down stairs.
As I sat there in the emergency room, my head numb, my hair red, and sweat covering my forehead, not really knowing what was going to happen. That’s probably not what you would have wanted to be feeling on a Friday night in second grade. But, that’s what I was feeling.
As I rush in the building I do not stop to put my bike away I just throw it to the ground. As I enter the class the teacher, Mrs. Bob, points a long, scaly, pointy finger at me and says the worst words that I will ever hear, “ This is your last tardy you will stay after school and clean the roof for detention.” Now for most normal detentions all you do is work on schoolwork but, for Mrs. Bob she made you clean the three story high roof. You had to hope you did not fall because there is nothing
To begin with, lying is unjustified as it prompts stress to attack people. According to “Brad Blanton: Honestly, Tell the Truth”, lying is unacceptable since it “keeps you locked in the jail of your own mind. You have to remember what you told each person” (Ballinger 7). People already
Honesty is the best policy. It is a virtue that we all must aim for to have a peaceful and serene life. It is a foundation to a healthy relationship dealing with the people in our lives, whether they are our parents, friends or brothers and sisters. There isn’t a healthy relationship without trust and that is how you gain honesty. Being honest avoids trouble and makes your life easier instead of worrying about things that you have lied about and implying stress on yourself.
After I opened my heavy eyes and looked at my digital clock, I got dressed and headed out the door. The messy halls were so packed you could hardly move. It was so loud I could feel the ground shake. There were some people that were pushing and shoving and so I looked back and told them to stop. When I turned back a guy pushed me over because he just got done telling people to stop pushing him.
The disapproving officer draws me out of the van, triggering a sharp pain up my arm where the handcuffs meet my skin. My skittish movements don’t seem to match the person which I have been described as for the past month. A killer? A liar? I am none of these. The stairs towards my destiny seem to last forever, again making me question society. Aren’t staircases supposed to symbolise going to heaven, not hell? I enter the courtroom, overflowing with faces that I
It was eleven p.m. when my bus left for Chicago. As we drove along the interstate I positioned my headphones onto my head. I started the playlist that I had created especially for the trip. Trying to pass time, I rested my head against the window and watched the stars streak across the night sky. I soon drifted off to sleep and dreamt of the things that I would be doing in Chicago. After several hours of sleeping awkwardly in my seat I was awakened by the bus’
As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the car, the questions began.
I once believed that lying was the only way out of hurting another person but after lying on many occasions not to get caught got me nowhere. I would lie on numerous times to my boyfriend that when the relationship got serious and committed he couldn’t help but throw my past lies in my face, especially during an argument. So after 2 years I have learned to always be honest regardless of the outcome. And so far it has worked to my favor.