How Writing Got Me Out of Punishment

You can probably tell from the fact that I’m a blogger that I like to write. Writing has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. I’ve written poetry, children’s stories, a scary “novel” with my best friend Erin (it’s called A Stranger’s Obsession – much in the same vein as Christopher Pike’s scary stuff from the early 90s – at the time we (well, ok, I) knew we were going to be famous), and multiple diary entries. When I grew up, I became a high school English teacher. I really like writing.

It’s safe to assume that I’ve used writing to my benefit on many occasions. I’m not saying I’m the best at it, but I can turn a phrase when needed.

Somewhere, around the 6th grade, I was grounded. I have no clue what I would have done — being the perfect angel that I am and always have been — but Mom and Dad decided that I wasn’t allowed to go with the youth group to Six Flags. This was awful as I was in love with one of the boys in the youth group and just had to go so I could bat my eyelashes at him all day while pretending I thought he was dumb.

I turned to my only resource: the written word. I cried and cried over the notebook paper as I poured my heart and soul out. I begged for them to let me go and promised I wouldn’t do whatever dastardly deed I’d committed ever again. In the two-page letter I wrote, I pointed out all of my good behavior and lack of formal punishments to date.

It worked. They let me go. Cha-ching.

Recently, I looked through some of the poems I have written (and saved — I’m quite the sentimental gal) through the years. Mom and Dad, this one was addressed to you:

Roses are red;

violets are blue;

you’re my parents,

and I love you.

Although sometimes

you burn my toast,

you’re still the ones

I love the most.

Gah. Gotta love that metaphor.

I’m participating in Mama Kat’s Writing Workshop. Be sure to read some of the other posts that have been linked up!

 

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