Standing in a corner! (non-fiction)

Standing in a Corner – by Teresa Smeigh

I was definitely a goody-two-shoes when I was younger. I was mostly terrified of getting in trouble and it didn’t happen often because I didn’t want to be punished. So of the 3 of us I was usually the better behaved.

Now the one thing I was guilty of was siding with either my brother or my sister in a situation. I was the oldest and I guess they just never thought to gang up on me.

Anyhow one day in Kindergarten (6 years old) I was told to not do something. I wish I could remember what it was at this point, but the memory of the exact circumstances eludes me. Now I might be a goody-two-shoes, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be stubborn when I wanted to. And I do mean stubborn. I would forget about getting in trouble when my mind was made up.

I was yelled at to stop doing whatever it was and I smartly told her NO! This stunned her because I was always a good, respectful kid.

Then she ordered me to the corner. Again I told her NO!

She practically dragged me over to the corner and I was told to stay. I stayed, but my face was not facing the corner. She finally gave up. She probably figured she made as much progress as she was going to in the situation.



About Tessa

Teresa (Tessa) Smeigh is now in her 60's and still going strong despite her disabilities affecting both physical and mental abilities. She has bipolar disorder (mental), Fibromyalgia (nerves), degenerative disc disease (spine), and arthritis (joints). Despite that she is active in Mental Health Advocating, writing for (volunteer for non-profit) and has 5 blog posts already published by them. She is also working on 2 fiction books (mysteries). She keeps her blog filled with useful content, daily devotionals (She is a Christian), stories and poems. Plenty to keep you busy. She has also been interviewed by blogs and had other posts published on many different blogs. She has 3 blogs so far and and She is from Deptford, NJ. Her family and blogs keep her busy.
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