Mystery Topic Challenge #13

Without further ado, Blog Ninjas Present MTC#13:

We all have things we’ve never revealed about ourselves on our blog, things our readers wouldn’t know about us but might be interested to know as it gives them a better insight into who we are. Here’s your chance!

Tell us about something that you’ve never written about on your blog before.

This was very tough. Quite possibly the toughest Mystery Topic we’ve had. Mainly because I don’t often pull back on what I reveal on my blog and I’ve laid open some serious subjects in the past. I had to do some thinking before finally deciding on what I’d write about. Here’s what I decided to go with…

When I was in high school I had to attend a one-day anger management seminar. There were several times my volatile temper got the better of me at school, but those incidents were tucked away in that “permanent record” one never gets a chance in hell of seeing. It took one incident to send me to that seminar which opened a whole, huge can of worms that led to six weeks of counseling sessions, part of which dealt with gambling, my anger, and finally… my depression.

Very few people know about this incident that happened in high school. My parents knew, of course, as did the principal of our school, the school counselor, my music teacher (as it was her son, THE COUNSELOR I eventually went to) and the school secretary.

What did I do?

I punched my school principal in the chin. He was 6 feet, 5 inches tall and I was 5 feet 4 inches.

I punched my principal because he 1) banned me from the Senior trip to Graceland, and 2) kept my winnings from a blackjack game I’d been playing in Child Development class. (Nother side note – I flunked Child Development the first time around and had to take it a second time. How I managed to NOT flunk this time around when all I was doing was gambling, is a mystery I’ve never solved.)

I still have problems with my temper, but I’m able to control it better than I did when I was younger. I have been known to punch people, throw glass (mostly at walls), and throw sharp implements (once at a person). The worst my temper has gotten me in the last 15 years was when I hit my computer monitor with my fist. I bruised my fist and the monitor survived unscathed.

I don’t gamble… at all. Not since the day I punched my principal. I wouldn’t go near Las Vegas, Reno, or Monte Carlo if you paid me. I cheated. I did so very well. I once knew how to count cards. These days, I’m lucky I can count all my fingers. (Okay, that’s an exaggeration, but I can’t count cards anymore.) I’ll cheat at any game I play with someone else. No one likes to play games with me, because if I lose, I get whiney and bitchy and mean. I stick with playing video games and computer games and I don’t play online games where I’d interact with anyone else.

I may look like a sweetheart, but underneath, I’m really Lizzie Borden.

UPDATE: My mom says I am NOT Lizzie Borden and that I am to stop being so melodramatic.