Today I am teaching Family Studies and students were asked to write an essay on a time they experienced the consequences of honesty….I was reminded of that time …. we all have that time….
We all know that person that is just “too honest” but I am not talking about the “that dress makes you look fat” kind of honesty. I am talking about the kind that is good intentioned and somehow, unintentionally, bites you in the arse.
It was 8th grade and three months in, I was still known as “virgin ears.” After spending the last eight years home-schooled, sheltered, and naive I had become the “goody-two-shoes” of the private christian school I had just begun attending. I entered Mrs. Thompson’s history class and we had a sub. As I entered I saw Leigh Blair go through the ceiling tile, jump across a desk, and elbow drop Jim Ashely. I had to get help!
Running to the office, asking for a teacher, I felt so proud of my honesty and desire to do the right thing. That night, as I recounted the event to my mom, the horror on her face was lost on me. Weeks later, as I was getting relentlessly teased, the effects of my honesty was still lost on me. Today, as I witness “that kid,” I cringe, finally aware of honesty’s effects.
Better late than never.