For as long as I can remember, I have been called responsible.
I used to hate it every time report cards would come out... "she is very responsible."
It was on every report card.
Just once, I wanted a teacher to write that I was creative or intelligent or entertaining.
But no, I was always responsible. Which to me, meant dependable, predictable and boring.
Maybe it had something to do with being the oldest child.
Maybe because I was (and still am) quite shy and uncomfortable in large groups so I didn't act out.
I'm sure I was a teacher's dream student. I made good grades and didn't require much attention. I was quiet and well behaved. I'm sure they meant responsible to be a compliment, but I hated it.
Over the years I have come to terms with the label.
Being considered responsible is a good thing.
It is a part of who I am, but it is not all of who I am.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
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