Wednesday, September 7, 2011

When I Was the Mean Girl -- Smartly

I have a new essay up over at Smartly about a time When I Was the Mean Girl.  It's not a moment I'm proud of.  Hopefully, I've finally learned my lesson.

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Blogger AB HOME Interiors said...

I think all of us have had our moments of “mean”. What is most important is that you stepped out of it long ago to see your faults!

September 7, 2011 at 7:43 AM  
Blogger Towanda said...

Yelp, that was mean Robin. Once in junior high I pushed a friend because I was mad at her. She fell down and messed up her knee, but never did tell on me. I've been ashamed of this since then.
Writing something down makes it "stick" more.

September 7, 2011 at 9:03 AM  
Blogger Birdie said...

I was mean to a two different boys back in junior high too. I recently found them via Facebook and apologized and asked for forgiveness. One did not reply and the other said he didn't remember me ever being mean in the first place. My role in meanness was more of a bystander and laughing at the jokes of others but I have never been very happy with my actions.
In high school I got brave and started standing up for the bullied ones. I ended up getting bullied myself but I didn't care. The bullies didn't have the same power over me.

September 7, 2011 at 10:15 AM  
Anonymous Libby said...

I have a similar high school moment that I'm not proud of - although I am nowhere near the word-smith you are. I think girls especially can be very mean. I admire your talent to write about this time and I'm sure putting it out there can only be a good thing.

September 13, 2011 at 2:49 AM  
Blogger Karen@StrictlySimpleStyle said...

I've tried to teach my children that hurtful words and actions can have an effect for a lifetime. I'll never forget a former classmate of mine telling me how awful it felt when a bunch of us showed up at her house on a scavenger hunt we were on for a birthday party 2 doors down-that she hadn't been invited to. The birthday girl knew where she lived. We were 12 at the time; we were 34 when she told me that story and it still hurt her.

September 13, 2011 at 8:34 AM  
Blogger Day said...

love this.

September 19, 2011 at 9:18 AM  

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