Miserable isn’t fun

I momentarily thought about killing myself when I was in ninth grade.  My report card read 85 in algebra, but my average was in the 90s. I was beside myself. How could this happen? Mrs. Rhine had written next to the grade, “I’m disappointed in you.” I had no idea why she felt that way. My father would be hysterical, I remember thinking, as I cried in my tiny bedroom with one baby blue wall, matching Princess phone and hanging lamp made of a trillion Kelly green and royal blue pieces of glass (maybe they were Lucite.)

Walking down the short hallway to the bathroom, it occurred to me that I could take lots of aspirin and be done with the whole problem.  My face was puffy, my eyes were beet red and the tears continued.

I didn’t take one aspirin.  I’m simply not the type of person who could ever commit suicide.  No matter how crappy things have seemed at times throughout my life, I have a wonderful ability to pick myself up, dust myself off, and you know the rest.

It turned out that Mrs. Rhine was disappointed in me because I had let Susan copy my answers on one of our Monday morning quizzes.  She and I both got 0s on the test, but I didn’t think much of it.  Mrs. Rhine wanted to teach me a lesson, she told me. Letting someone cheat is as bad as when you cheat, she pronounced.

I’ve learned lots of lessons when I was miserable. The most important is that it’s no fun being miserable; besides, it doesn’t solve a thing…except to make you even more miserable. I don’t walk around with a big grin on my face all day long. I still get mad and disappointed, and sometimes, even crazed. But it’s satisfying to have a certain inner peace that comes from knowing this, too, shall pass.

FOF is such a philosophical time. Living has a meaning it never had before. I love it.

0 Responses to “Miserable isn’t fun”

  1. Duchesse says:

    Imaging the pain she might have spared you had she told you why she was disappointed. I don’t believe you have to make someone suffer for them to learn a life lesson. I’m sorry you went through that and so grateful you took not a single aspirin.


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