It was about ten minutes till school let out on a Friday late in the year. I was in the eighth grade, so I was practically invincible to all teachers and rules. There I was just me and some other of my guy friends in the back of the classroom when someone came up with the brilliant idea to stick pencils in the ceiling via throwing them from the ground. Of course the teacher was out of the classroom so it did not take much deliberation as to or not to perform the forbidden act of launching a projectile at high velocity at the ceiling in hopes of it sticking. We went at it and after several attempts we managed to get two pencils’s stuck firmly. The plan was going great so far there was absolutely no downside; there was no way the teacher could accurately tell who had done it if she noticed at all. Well the word was spread back to us that the teacher had come back from the errand and was down the hallway. Soon panic set in and “volunteers” were prompted to stand on a desk and removed our hard work from the ceiling. I knew it had to be done so in order for the process to go by faster I opted to just do it, and of course everyone insured me if the teacher did walk back into the room that there was no way that they would souly single out me as the culprit. So without hesitation there I stood on the desk swaying back and forth trying to remove the pencil from the ceiling panel, hoping I wouldn’t run out of luck. At the precise moment I had retrieved the second pencil the teacher walks back into the room, and easily spots me standing on the desk with two pencils in my hands looking very guilty. I looked to my friends to save me but it was like I had had a deadly plague. No one would look at me. I was sentenced to after school detention immediately.
As I monotonously scraped gum of the bottom of desk that day I learned the value of telling the truth. It really is a terrible feeling to think that you can rely upon people/peoples and then they don’t come through. I realized that I would have easily done the same and sold my friend out in attempt to skate out of trouble when really I was just as guilty. Like Randy's parents say "a man is only as good as his word." I learned tfirst hand to stay true to your word because in order to have people you rely on, you must be able to be relied upon.
