Not telling the truth is a lie no matter if it is knowingly or ignorantly. Another lesson learned in the eighth grade. For my 14th birthday I got the new IPod Nano which contained a camera for videos. Even though IPods were outlawed at school, I was in the eighth grade rules didn’t apply to me. As routine I always carried my IPod with me not necessarily using it but I would If I got the chance. Now one day the timing was right and fate plaid its favor and I got the perfect opportunity to film some extremely entertaining videos of things like the ground and all my friends saying hi and getting their two cents. Everybody wanted to be in the video. And it is common knowledge what comes next, the video must be added to Facebook immediately hence the purpose of shooting the video in the first place. So that day I got home about the normal time and went to the computer to upload videos to my Facebook page. Effortlessly the two videos were posted and tagged accordingly. My friends loved it. I mean what is cooler than having the entire free world being able to watch a video of you saying hi while you’re at school? I was the king of the world for about thirty minutes. The phone rang which was not abnormal. Due to a guilty conscience I waited anxiously to see who had called. Without surprise it was the principle of my school. Mr. Price left a message wanting to speak to my parent immediately. I panicked and did the rational thing, deleting the message from the recorder. The next day without surprise I was called to the principal’s office where Mr. Price told me about how he had seen the videos and asked me how I had managed to film them. I lost the chess match, and mistakenly told him I had used my new brand new IPod. He left me with a warning telling me that he would be watching me and he would keep me on high alert that if I ever tried to use my IPod on school grounds it can be confiscated because it counts as a second offense. But the last thing he said was to make sure to tell my parents what I had done. As I walked out a free man I did not even contemplate telling my parents. There was no way that was going to fly. I easily blew it off. It’s not like he was going to check with them or me anyway. As usual I was wrong. About a week later he asked me again, and once again I cannot lie to the man for some reason. I told him no of course I had not told my parents they would have killed me. The next day he called my parents and I had in school suspension. It was probably the longest day of my life not from the many mind-numbing tasks I had to perform, but in fear of my parents when I had to go home.
That day when I got home it was made very obvious keeping things from my parents was wrong. Until that day I did not understand that not confessing something you did wrong is just as bad as lying about it. Neglecting the truth is rather like putting off a lie to a later date or time. In order to be completely honesty it is imperative to be up front with people and always tell the complete truth.
