“Relentless” (My Scarlett Letter)

“Relentless”

        A word that best represents my greatest transgression is being relentless. Being relentless has gotten me into many bad situations that I could have prevented if I knew when to stop. I love to push limits and test boundaries whenever given the opportunity because I find joy in the reactions I get. From time to time those reaction are anger and rage towards me. If I find someone is easily angered by something I will do the best I can to do whatever it may be to the point where that person has to get up and do something about it. I do all of this because sometimes I walk away some great stories.

        Finding joy in people’s reactions often comes well after it occurred. This means either they punched me or I am still around that person and can’t laugh. One time a kid named Rick walked into my room and I said something about him being fat. He let it go the first time, but after saying it again he said something to me. Usually it’s the occasional sister joke, maybe even a dumb joke, but nine times of of ten it’s something to do with my height. So as he said something along those lines I quickly fired back with another fat joke being well aware that he could fold me like a pretzel at any given moment. He then proceeds to get up out of his chair and a sense of satisfaction goes through my head. As he comes closer I usually take back what I said and say I was just joking around. This has a fifty- fifty chance of him laughing to but when he doesn’t it results in me getting punched. I always take the punch like a champ because I always deserve it and I always give them reason. I never know when to stop.

        When I was in sixth grade I never did any math homework. It started one day when I actually did forget my homework at home. It was an honest mistake, but on that day if you didn’t do the homework you couldn’t go to recess. I was not about to miss recess. I quickly went to the pile of homework and erased this girls name and wrote my own. I felt really bad when the girl was sitting at her desk with a confused and sad look while I was in line to go outside for recess. It was so simple, it went on for a month. I kept stealing people’s homework each day being a different person. One day I came in ready to sign my name and I chose this girl who was adopted from China. It was suppose to be a story about your family so hers was very sad and personal. I had no idea what the homework was so I signed anyways. I went to recess as she stayed in the classroom crying because she knew she handed it in. It didn’t take long for the teacher to catch me when she read the essay. I felt really bad and didn’t have recess for a month, but it was my relentlessness that caused all this. If I had known to stop after getting away with it the first time I would have been much better off.

        Being relentless isn’t the worse thing in the world, but it definitely gets me in trouble from time to time. I never know when I’m crossing the line or doing things that people don’t like. It’s a trait that can be interpreted as annoying to some people. I don’t shut my mouth and I have a tendency to make fun of someone while they are working out the door so that it locks behind them and they have no way of coming back in and hurting me. I could go without saying it, but by not knowing when to stop, I can’t help myself. I hope I lose this trait as I grow older and mature, but it is not the end of the world if I don’t. My dad to this day walks past my door and opens it up knowing that it grinds my gears. He does this every time he walks by so if I’m anything like him I am going to have to get used to the punishments being relentless has to offer.