There have been a few times in my life when I have realized something about myself that was so apparent it's a wonder I never realized it before. Like the time in college I decided I really did not care for bell peppers. I had lived through my entire childhood thinking I had to eat them-- imagine the freedom when I finally admitted out loud: "I do NOT like bell peppers." Ahh... the liberation.
Recently I have come to another such conclusion and I am ready to say it out loud *ahem*, "I am a quitter." When it gets even a smidge too hard my first instinct is to quit or find a way to cheat.
This is nothing new. When I was in ski school at the age of 6 I quit. I pretended to go down with a sprained ankle and sat in the lodge all day while everyone else learned to ski.
In high school I would lightly write all of my French vocabulary words in pencil on my test "cover sheet". In Shakespearean Lit. I would write the Sonnet we were supposed to memorize a few pages back in my notebook and pretend to write it during the quiz just to tear out the pre-written one to turn in.
In college I never even counted the number of laps I had run on our fit test and just stopped when it looked like all the other runners were finishing up. They were suspiciously more out of breath than I was, even though I thought I might die.
Another time in college I made up names, dates, cities, etc. just to get my big genealogy project turned in on time. I didn't know the teacher was sending the disk to Salt Lake to be downloaded into the main church archive. I know I will be spending the eternities paying for that little slip up.
Once when writing a final paper in my Near Eastern studies class I decided I was sick of writing and just stopped. I turned it in without finishing it. I knew the professor probably didn't read the papers that closely anyway. I was right and still got a B in the class.
I decided to go to graduate school so that I could have a "valid" excuse to quit my job in Kanab.
I was not so secretly relieved when I got pregnant with John because it meant I didn't have to keep working forever.
I could go on but... my name is Alyssa and I am a quitter.
7 comments:
Funny! I didn't know about the French and Shakespeare--for shame. I just realized last night that we never signed up or made official plans for the St. Patrick's Run. Good thing too-no way I would be running in a foot of snow!
Bell peppers are the worst. I think it took me a long time to figure out what was leaving that horrible taste in my mouth-that and onions.
On a big sister note--just think of all the things you have accomplished-honestly!
You are my hero. You can make me laugh like no one else. I secretly love to cheat .. I find pleasure in finding an easy way out ..and people still think it was legit. Let's run a marathon together .. and come in at record time.
That's weird, I thought you really liked working in Kanab. I think everyone like to cheat now and then. Remember when I got pulled over on my skates in rexburg, for cutting a corner through the parking lot on campus at 10:00 at night? that was lame.
Could you let me know when the meetings are held please?
I don't know if I will ever be able to look at you the same. I guess you really never know a person till they blog about it! Props for admitting your shortcomings. I dont have any.
So...Frank "fixed" my kitchen computer and since then I can barely leave comments...it takes try after try (wish there was a cheat or a short-cut for that!)...just know that I love LOVE reading what you write, especially when you are baring your innermost secrets! :) Still love ya...cheater pants...
I can't even remember one report I had to do in High School or college. I must have never cheated or quit. haha just kiddin. Your awesome. So it really was you that didn't want to drive all the way to Hacienda in the snow and ice!
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