Most people would consider rebellion a negative trait and honesty a positive one. For me, it’s always been the opposite: I’ve been blessed with a slight rebellious spirit, and cursed with an acute sense of honesty. Therefore, when I do something dumb, I usually tell my parents all about it.
Such was the case a few weeks ago, when three friends and I decided to skip class. Now while ditching isn’t a particularly extraordinary activity, these friends and I have managed to turn it into an art form. Whether we get free food from a family member’s restaurant in Pacific Beach or make a documentary, we always make sure that our time not spent in class is time well spent.
This time we went to Mexico.
It was kind of by chance actually; we couldn’t decide where we wanted to go, so we just kept driving south on I-5 and sort of… ended up in another country. We ate fried corn and fresh mangoes from roadside food carts, bought orange-flavored chapstick and a child-sized soccer jersey, practiced our Spanish… had a real cultural experience in the half-hour we were there, without any problems at all.
Then I told my parents. And suddenly there were a lot of problems with my little expedition, more than I ever could have anticipated. I got a 20-minute lecture on the dangers of driving into Mexico, being underage in Mexico, being female in Mexico, and a lot of other circumstances having to do with Mexico. I told my parents that I was sorry… Yeah, sorry I had told them.
But, I won’t go to Mexico again, now that I know the possible consequences of the endeavor. So maybe my true confessions do benefit me in the end… Or maybe somebody just needs to duct-tape my mouth shut.