APLAC Catherine Carter
Ninth Hour August 19, 2008
A Lesson Learned From Arguing
As I reflected on the assignment given, thinking of all the fights I’ve been in; I realized one argument doesn’t change who you are, but a series of arguments does, mine just happened to start at a very young age. When growing up friends can make more if an impact then siblings. Most people choose to spend precious time with people they thoroughly enjoy, and, well, as the sayings go, “you love your family because you must.” In my youth, one girl made more of an impact then almost everyone around me, and she still continues to teach me lessons today. This was not obtained by bathing together, cutting each other’s hair or coloring on walls, but through arguments. The most important lesson I learned from her was forgiveness and admitting your faults; it’s the only way growth can occur.
I can vividly remember our first argument. What we thought about was defiantly debatable, however I can remember was standing in the Atherton household drawing Emily a picture saying that I was sorry. Even though I was unable to spell her name, I learned that people couldn’t always agree, regardless of how much they loved each other. These arguments continued for a while but always ended in a sincere apology. It’s when we entered the eighth grade at Saint Margaret Mary’s when we stopped being cordial and started being catty. We can blame hormones, our newfound activities or our new friends, but whenever there happened to be a fight between my mother and I about my friendly actions with the opposite gender, I would look to see if Bob Atherton was on caller ID. I needed someone to blame for my actions. That is when the arguments became personal, we knew how to hurt each other; we knew everything about each other from insecurities to embarrassing past history, and you better believe we used it against each other. This was the longest series of arguments about repeated offenses I have...