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What My Mother Taught Me

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Things My Mother Taught Me

How snow days are days to sleep in and forget about school, even if it is still open. It is too dangerous to walk all the way to school when the stop signs are white and car tires buried in two feet of snow. And the best way to win an argument whether or not it is worth going that morning is turning the alarms off.

That you don’t need name brand clothes, or jeans at twenty dollars a pair when you can easily get six or seven good pairs for the same price and a few cool blazers at Goodwill. Nobody will know the difference and in fact, girls will come around asking where you got that neat sweater, or cute top. Be skeptical of prices and shop for deals. The best things come to those who wait.

How to catch lizards and frogs before they get away and that the best thing you can do for a turtle is to get it safely across the road, no matter where you have to be that day; don’t run over it when you can stop.

That the awful boy in your class who always teases you and tries to get you in trouble with the teacher probably just likes you and doesn’t know how to get your attention.

Stand up for yourself and don’t let yourself be a target. If they push you down, get back up and remember that you are the better person. You’re only a victim if you allow yourself to be.

Music builds relationships and trumpet players are really good kissers; you should join the band and make lots of friends.

You can clean anything with vinegar and it will remove the smell. If you clean floors and counter tops with it, it will keep ants out and if your dog pees on your favorite sweater soak the stain in vinegar and wash it immediately.

Tell the people that used to bug you that you prefer their new less annoying behavior, and to keep on doing what they are doing. Give them the benefit of the doubt and encourage them to be better.

You can’t help those that don’t help themselves.

You can make better costumes than you can find in the stores; you don’t even have to make them from scratch. Goodwill is the answer.

How to best utilize what space you have in a cramped dorm room so that you can even add a few pieces of extra furniture and storage.

Things My Mother Did Not Teach Me


That in order to be a better artist you need to really want it. You need to go out and search for tutorials and read up on the process and do many exercises. Don’t be afraid to experiment, break, or even bend the rules once you get used to them.
How to ignore random inspiration to let the creative juices flow and focus on what you need to do at that moment.

How to say what I feel when I feel it without offending others. Perhaps that no matter how I put it their feelings will be hurt. But something needs to be said or they will never change; there is a way to go about it without yelling but the words chosen are just as important as not yelling at them.

How to not automatically assume that someone did or said something that in the past it wouldn’t be surprising for them to do, when it is possible that it is a huge misunderstanding and that they are innocent.

How to not feed directly off of the negative energy of others and keep a positive outlook. Don’t take that negative energy within you and then get mad at the pettiest thing that doesn’t make sense to get so offended about and insult someone you actually really like or look up to because you misunderstood their joke or comment, leaving them confused about why you are so offended when it has nothing to do with them. It’s just the energy you’ve been absorbing and can’t hold in any longer.

Writing Exercise: Write out a list of things your mother taught you, and then a list of things your mother did not teach you.

This was a really important piece for me to write. It’s dated in 2012 when I took Creative Writing with a fabulous instructor. I know that depending on who reads this, some of the sayings might come off as wrong or offensive. I am aware of some of the “problematic” language this might contain. It is not intended to be right, because nobody is right all of the time. Rather, it is just a picture of the lessons I grew up being taught versus what I had to learn on my own. This was written for myself. Nobody else.
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