I’m now in college, but back in junior year of high school, I had cheated on the very first test in my IB World History class, over some material we were supposed to study over the summer(I said f*** that, basically). I wrote down the info on a few small sheets of paper to use during the test… thing is, it proved tough to keep things inconspicuous during the test. The teacher wasn’t exactly all rainbows and sunshine either. I did the same thing on other tests before, but the thing is, I wasn’t caught those times.
My idiot self rushed to turn it in… with one of those papers in my hand, which the teacher quietly confiscated. In the end, I flat out lied to everyone I knew about it. I was worried what they’d think of me. I’m normally the kind of guy that’d never do such a thing, the quiet, smart one. (Well, others found out about it anyway, whether they told me or not).
But you know what? They can think whatever they damn well please. I cheated on this test. I cheated on other tests. I’ll point you to some past history tests dammit(It’s always been history too, I don’t remember places/dates well). No one should feel tied down by what others think of them. F*** that.
I’ll be straight as an arrow now… I’ll come to eat those words soon enough, but it’s a step.
Be more open. Be more free. The truth will always set you free. More than any LIE ever will.
Hell, I’ve probably lied more times than I can count for these same reasons. Maybe not in what I say, but how I act… But I’m me, you’re you, your mom is your mom in the end. Better I let things go and be honest. I can only count myself blessed that I learned this lesson before I fucked up somewhere else where it’d truly hurt more than just me…
