Apology to Mr Simons
Here is my apology to Mr Simons, my tenth grade English teacher:
I borrowed your copy of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein to read, as assigned.
I ripped off the back cover, which had "Mr. Simons" written on it.
When I got to class again with the book, I pretended that the book was my own.
I lied when you called me out about it.
You were rightfully incredulous that I was lying.
I've felt guilty about this for the last 15 or so years.
Ben
5 comments:
Look him up and return it.
Look him up and return the book along with this apology. (If you no longer have the book, get an upgrade replacement.)
Do you know what your motivation was behind these actions...?
Thanks for the comments, y'all. I like your suggestions and I'm gonna ask some high school friends for some leads...
My motivation: well, part of the motivation had to have been efficiency, in a teenage mind... like "how can I do this guy's assigned reading with the least amount of personal investment?"
And the answer was to make his loaner book mine, and lie about it. Avoided paying for it, going out to the store for it, asking anyone else...you see where I'm going with it.
My motivation for writing this is a little off-loading, trying to rid myself of some of the guilt. Its funny how guilt stays around - and from lots of different scenarios.
But... Couldn't you have just returned his loaner / admitted it wasn't yours with the same minimal amount of personal investment? (If it was a short-term loan initially, couldn't you have asked to borrow it a little longer?) Sorry, but given my impression of you, "efficiency" doesn't feel like the whole story... (I apologize if this is coming off as antagonistic, it is not intended to be such.)
Yeah, the feelings that we don't allow ourselves to deal with tend to linger (and sometimes fester). Yay for not being robots (yet)...?
honestly, I am not all that surprised...way to be you and own it Ben.
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