Just Breath (Written April 3, 2014)
Breath in, breath out,
Don’t scream, don’t shout,
It never does you half the good
That at the start you thought it would.
I have a temper. If you didn’t know that, or couldn’t guess it from reading this blog, well, I suppose that is a good thing. But, yeah, I have a nasty temper. Really nasty. Most of my family has a nasty temper. My brothers break things when they get really mad, and my sisters yell. Me? I get nasty. I say mean things. Unfortunately for me, most of the time, I get angriest with the people I can least afford to antagonize- like my teachers, who I should not be insulting in from of the whole school. This being said, of course, I actually have a very good control of my temper. A very good control of my temper (outside of home, anyway. At home we all let lose our tempers about anything non-family, and argue about it all until we are too irritated or bored to keep going.).
Or, I have good control of my temper most of the time. Some of the time, I lose my temper in a bad way.
Like when I wrote this poem. I’ve mentioned before, I think, that my school has mandatory theater class. Well, this year we are doing a version of Sleeping Beauty that our teacher wrote up. (This version has very little to do with the original. There are fairies and a princess who falls asleep. She falls asleep when she pricks her finger on a rose, not a spindle of a spinning wheel. There is no prince. She wakes up when the fairies drop the rose in a magic well, but if they don’t do it in time the rose will die and the princess will sleep forever. We’ve been calling it Sleeping Beauty and the Beast. And there is some fairy queen, who, in my humble opinion, is just evil and sadistic. I don’t know why she is even in the play.) I am playing Maleficent. Now, I like acting, but I’m not good at it. I’m just not. And when we start getting close to opening night and our teacher starts stressing out about the performance and starts yelling about every different little detail he doesn’t like, well, that is when I start getting fed up. The other day I was pulled aside during practice by another teacher who was asking me about materials covered by the teacher who taught her class before her. While answering the question they set up to practice a scene where I’m in my castle doing whatever, but I wasn’t on stage yet because I was answering the other teacher. And then our director blew up. He just started yelling about how we were a bunch of ingrates who were taking advantage of his extreme generosity in not giving up detentions for our disrespectful attitudes towards practice. He then said that we were all behaving like children who had no concept of consequences. And then I blew up. Ok, no, actually, I didn’t. Class ended just then. Thank goodness. But I almost blew.
Moral of the story? Uh… saved by the bell. Don’t loose your temper. Or something. Actually, that is what the poem was saying, but the story was explaining how I did the exact opposite.
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(I totally forgot it was even April, so I haven’t been doing NaPoWriMo. Oh well. I don’t, honestly, have the time this year. I’m still writing as much as I can, but I probably won’t be able to post them until Easter week.)