The good girl
You may be thinking, ‘isn’t it good to be ‘well behaved”? If you are being genuine, it is your choice, and you are not coming from a space of fear, then of course it is. On the flip side, being overly ‘well behaved’ can actually be dangerous, a girl may feel afraid to speak up when she is having a health issue, another girl may be afraid to tell a boy ‘no’ who is making sexual advances (and it is making her uncomfortable) , a boy may feel pressure from his peers to commit an act of violence, these are just a few extreme examples- but there are many more less obvious ones.
If you are being ‘good’ because you are afraid, resentment for others will begin to stew as you chip away your own needs and wants- this can be taxing on self esteem. It can be insidious, you may not even realize you are doing it.
Do you go ahead and eat something (cold, tastes bad, or the wrong order) because you don’t want to ‘bother’ the wait staff?
Do you always say ‘yes’ right away because you don’t want to seem cold or unavailable to others? Resulting in you over- scheduling yourself/ feeling exhausted ?
Do you let yourself be pressured into things/ situations that are not right for you?
Do you not tell the truth because you are afraid you may hurt other people’s feelings?
Do you go against your gut feelings because you want to please others? And then later regret it?
Do you find it hard to ask for directions/ to speak up when you need help?
Standing up for yourself may have consequences- and others may not always like it
~but it’s necessary and worth it in the long run~
If you read my previous post I discuss how I made a decision that if I was ever put in that position – I would ‘do what I need to do’. I had the opportunity in Mr. Kyles earth science class 5 years later to put this promise I made to myself to the test. I always had a problem speaking up to authority and a terrible fear of ‘getting in trouble’ or disappointing an authority figure- especially teachers. So asking to go to the bathroom (and going anyway after being told no) may not seem like a big deal, but it is the courage to do the little everyday things that are necessary to stand up for ourselves that give us the courage to really do it when the big major things arise.
The day it happened
Earth Science class was right after lunch, even though I would stop to go to the bathroom before class, it seemed like I always had to go again half way through. You were not allowed to drink or eat during classes, so of course during lunch I would make up for it with a 24 once cup full of Coca Cola.
Mr Kyle had this ridiculous rule that you could only go to the bathroom 3 times per year. He must have really loved this rule because he spent half of the first day of class explaining how he kept track of your bathroom breaks, and how he would not let anyone go past 3 under any circumstances.
I raised my hand and asked the dreaded question “can I go to the bathroom?” Mr kyles said “Well Angie, I think you used up your privileges, but let me take a look”. He opens his forest green ‘everyone’s bathroom habits’ notebook “Yep, just as I thought, you have used them all”. “But I really need to go” I replied. “Sorry, you should have thought of that at lunch, now get to work”.
My mind automatically thought back to Terry (who did not feel she could stand up for herself, so she ended up having an ‘accident’ in class), and all of sudden I could think of nothing else, I was afraid I was going to loose it. “I am sorry Mr Kyle but I have to go NOW” I said. “YOU WILL NOT” I hear Mr Kyle state in the background as I am running down the hallway, out the double doors, halfway through the commons I had to stop and cross my legs- I managed to gather myself and made it to the bathroom. I hadn’t even came out of the stall when heard the click, click, click of Principle Myer’s maroon pumps on the tile floor. The clicking stopped and she stood there, her two feet right in front of my stall. When I came out Mrs Myer’s was giving me the evil eye”Come with me” ….
This was a major problem. You don’t just walk out of the classroom. I tried to explain that I had to go and it couldn’t wait. This was not good enough. I was taken out of Mr. Kyles classroom, had to re-take earth science the next year, my parents were called and I was sent home for the day. My step dad delighted in grounding me for 2 weeks over the whole affair, and I got the lecture of how I should have thought about having to pee during the lunch break.
It was excruciating but worth it. I was told later by my science partner Matt that everyone in the classroom went into an uproar after I left- cheering and wailing. Turns out I was a catalyst to a near riot. The following weeks were full of hallway high-fives and ‘right on!’ from friends and strangers alike.
“Real authenticity is not some set of rules or a self-righteous definition about how people “should” be in life…it is the willingness and courage to be real, true, transparent, and vulnerable in the moment-by-moment, day-by-day experience of being in relationship with others and living this magical, mysterious, wonderful, crazy, exciting thing we call life.~ Mike Robbins”
If you want to make a positive difference in other people’s lives, you have to make a positive difference in your own life first.
If you have been playing the ‘good girl’ role, you may find it hard to start saying no, or disappointing others. As Cheryl Richardson states in her book Extreme Self Care.
“Most of us don’t like to hurt or disappoint our fellow men and women. It’s an uncomfortable thing to do. Some common reasons for this are:
We don’t want to feel guilty.
We don’t want to disappoint others because we know how bad it feels.
We don’t have the language to let someone down with grace and love.
Our fear of conflict and our desire to keep the peace keep us from telling the truth.
We want people to like us and are uncomfortable when they don’t. ”
Read Cheryl’s article to find out how to say ‘no’ with grace and love..
















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Great follow-up post! Being “good” does not mean “doing what everyone else wants regardless of your own needs.” As I said in my last comment, it’s so important to stand up for what you believe in and to be who you want to be — regardless of what other people think! (Yes, easier said than done, I know!)
Angie–
Awesome post. I’m now thinking of my earth science class! Mine wasn’t a bathroom break– but I was often in trouble for talking too much– sat in the hall a LOT in that class. Still received a 95 on the regents that year, though!
I love how your recollections remind us that authenticity starts long before now. We are forming who we are from the second we are able to think freely. It makes me realize that being authentic and true to ME now at this time in my life, is also showing my girls that it’s ok to stand up for what you believe it. And if that means getting in trouble for the right reasons– then I will stand behind them 100%!
I just read both posts, one after the other and really enjoyed them. I was in those classrooms with you.
I was so, so lucky that my mum had total belief in my deeply embedded sense of right and wrong and social injustice. (I was a serious, deep wee thing, right from the start and took a lot of life to heart.) She trusted me, told me that no teacher could ever force me to do something my heart felt was wrong. Looking back – and it was more than four decades ago – that was a very radical attitude, especially given that corporal punishment was legal in Scottish schools then, and children’s hands were beaten and whipped with a thick leather strap cut at the end to give it whip-like tails. Officially called a ‘tawse’, we called it The Belt. Teachers would raise it high above and behind their shoulders to ensure maximum force when they brought it down on tiny little hands.
One of our teachers decided to belt the whole class one day because no-one owned up to a misdemeanour. I refused it, said it was unfair because I hadn’t done anything wrong and didn’t know who had. This stunned the teacher as I was always top of my class and well behaved. The shit hit the fan, but my mum stood by me.
I have taught my kids to be even braver than I ever was. They are both academically bright and always respectful, but they’ve had integrity for as long as they’ve been able to understand about personal freedom. For example, on separate occasions, teachers have tried to force my children to change elements of their handwriting. (They both write fluently, clearly and beautifully.) They refused, knowing full well that their writing was correct and legible and that each of the teachers was trying to force a personal preference on them. I was in school in a meeting with the head teacher and the teachers concerned the very next day.
I’m proud that you were brave enough to stand up for yourself after watching that wee girl being excruciatingly humiliated – abused – by an adult who should have known better. Keep on being brave and authentic. Your children will reap the benefits.
Thanks for such great, thought provoking posts!
PS Sorry about all the italics; I missed out a hyphen in the html. By the way, the big grey box is still there, and your category box sometimes floats over the sidebar writing, sometimes disappears. I’ve only noticed this happening since you got the google friend connect box, maybe the blog log box. Just thought you’d want to know.
HI, Positively Present: Thank you! I decided to break up the posts to see how that goes (some people have commented that some are too long- I love to read so I never notice!) It is sooo important to stand up for yourself!
Hi Angela:
It makes me smile that my story triggered a memory for you- this is what I hope for with the blog, at least to get people thinking!
I have found as I look back, I am amazed at how my past connects with today! It is also amazing how we can connect some of our choices, and if we are aware, change so we may become more authentic and stand up for ourselves if we choose.
It is so awesome that you raise your girls to stand up for themselves! You are such a wonderful mom! Your stories inspire everyone here, and I am so grateful for all of your comments!
HI Janice!
I loved your story, I love that you are so open in sharing your thoughts here! I am so grateful for all of your comments, but this one in particular really touched my heart. I was also a very sensitive child who took things to heart. I appreciate your input so much!
We also had corporate punishment, although it was getting to the point to where it was rarely used (you had to contact the parent and get spanked with a board with holes in it from the Principle if you were REALLY bad) I only recall a few people receiving the spankings, but everyone was afraid of them.
The story of your kids is amazing! It just proves what a wonderful mom you are. It really shows in the actions and decisions they are able to make without you standing over their shoulder. That is what parenting is all about – inspiring them to be able to be independent through example!
Thank you for pointing out the glitches in my blog. I have run it by a tech friend and I am waiting for him to get back to me. I have always had the google friend connect and the blog log so I am not sure if this it what is doing it or not. I know that when I set up ‘comment love’ it only goes back to a jpg image instead of my posts when I put my comments on other sites- so maybe this is what is causing it (i downloaded this fairly recently) Hopefully I will figure it out soon!!!
I love the comments section here and on other blogs so much. I am feeling even more open about my writing, I began to open up in the comment section of other blogs- then it has began to transfer to my writing here on my blog! I have decided I am just going to be open and let it go- and see where it takes me! I love your blog so much because of this- your writing has inspired me as well!
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Everyone::By the way, yesterday was my son’s 1st birthday, and today is my husband’s 35th- it has been a delightfully busy weekend!!!
We had my son’s party outdoors by the river (at the Columbia River Gorge where I was raised), There was not a cloud in the sky, it was 80 with a soft breeze- perfect! He came home with a ‘load’ of toys- I have been hearing the crashing of wooden blocks all morning:)
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