Your comment post should be at least 300 words this week due
Thursday by 11:59 pm (worth 70 points) and you will be responsible for
responding (respectfully) to one of your classmates in at least a one paragraph
reply entries by Sunday at 11:59 pm (worth 30 points).
Pick one of the following situations and write about it using
specific examples and also relate it to The Crucible
Describe a time when:
1. Honesty (your own or someone else’s) caused a problem for
you.
OR
2. Your emotions in a particular
situation clouded your judgment .
Honesty, we’ve been taught this ever since we were little kids, but what does it mean exactly. Honesty means to always tell the truth no matter what. Yet most of us still lie quite often, why, to avoid problems, confrontations, etc.
ReplyDeleteSometimes lying has a positive effect, but once the truth comes out it will just make whatever you were trying to avoid twice as bad. I think that honesty is always going to be an option overlying.
I have had many problems in the past before, because of lying, the worst one was probably when I was 5 or 7 years old I told my mom I passed all my classes and since I was getting good grades I told her to buy me a game console for my birthday and she did, but the reality of it was that I lied, I was not passing all of them. And eventually my mom found out and I was in big trouble, my mom had a thing where if I ever lied to her and she found out I would get into so much trouble and would get a big smacking, It took my mom quite a while to figure out that not all my grades were ok she wasn't mad at the fact that she bought the new game consul for me when I didn't deserve it, she was mad at the fact that I lied to her. When she found out she did not just take my game away, but she also beat the crap out of me and she grounded me for about a 2 or 3 weeks. I was upset and I apologized for lying, and I told her that I would never lie again, I obviously did not get my stuff back and I was still grounded but at least she knew that I learned my lesson. Lying is never a choice always choose honesty.
ReplyDeleteOne day I was walking to my bus and I heard my name. “Jadir!” . So I turned around and to my surprise there she was all cute and stuff. Bri Gonzales, she said “Hey”. At first I was star struck like what she knows my name? Is she interestd in me. Now the world may never know! Furthermore, we talked for abit until the buses were getting ready to leave then we parted ways. But I forgot one thing and so did she, to exchange numbers. So I preceded in my cool ways, I looked her up on instagram, facebook, and twitter but I didn’t wanna seem like a stalker. Which Im not so, I make a gesture to get her number. I got it! I thought I was in the clear. We sent little heart emojis back and forth, cute talk all of that stuff. Meanwhile, she was wasteing my time, which I hate with a passion. We talked for about a week or two, until I just stopped trying and let her go on with her life. It was over, she became A piece of dust on my game system, non existent. Therefore, which made me and her hopes fly down the drain. But if she dint care neither did I. She told me her problems and I spoke mine but when your ex does you dirty what fault is mine? None, which she making me out to be like him. Which Im not. She portrayed me as “Them”. Which is not true, because all in all, I am a nice caring and sweet guy. Im passionate with everything I do. I love romance, and long lasting relationships. And I was hoping she did too but it was obvious she wasn’t. And she wasn’t mature enough to accept that someone actually wants to be her life. Like Jcole said “She don’t wanna be saved, don’t save her”.
on August 24, 2015 when my uncle Eugene had passed away, it created one big problem for me. For the fact, I can't sleep at night. I can't really focus on one thing. Like my uncle was everything to me. He was like a dad to me. I could talk him about anything and the fact at he gave me the best advice and understood me better then I understood my self.. and to get that message at work, really broke me to pieces. MY favorite uncle that I love the most is gone. But I'm trying to stay strong for everybody. Almost every night before I go to bed, even during the day, I cry because its so hard to know I cant see or talk to him. this is one of the biggest problems I'm having. And can't seem to get over it
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