Welcome to "Scrapbook My Life," where I tell you
an embarrassing story to save you
from making the same embarrassing mistakes I did.
This is the story of the day I accidentally became a bully.
It was lunch.
My friends and I had been talking and laughing
so much that I barely ate any of my sandwich.
But it was worth it.
I had to tell them all about how crazy "Pirates of the Caribbean
Class was going to start soon, so I got up
to throw my sandwich away.
I was flying pretty high from having so much fun at lunch.
So when I got a couple of feet from the trashcan
I figured I would show off a little bit.
I turned around and threw the rest of the sandwich
over my shoulder.
I watched it fly perfectly towards the trash can.
I knew a couple of kids in the cafeteria were watching,
and they were about to see me totally nail it.
But the sandwich didn't stop at the trash can.
It kept going.
My pride turned to horror as I watched.
Where would it land?
My question was answered soon enough as the sandwich slammed
right into the face of the girl sitting behind the trash can.
The whole cafeteria went, oooo.
I ran up to the girl.
Her name was Becky, and I had never talked to her before.
I told her I was so, so sorry.
I didn't mean to hit her with the sandwich.
She said it was OK.
The bell rang.
I calmly walked into my next class
sure the whole sandwich incident was behind me.
But as soon as I sat down I realized I was wrong.
"Sarah, I can't believe you hit Becky with a sandwich.
That was sort of mean," said Blake,
the kid who sat next to me.
I tried to tell him it was totally an accident,
but then, "I guess Becky's kind of weird anyway," chimed
in one of the mean girls.
Oh no, I was one of them now.
I was a bully.
Even though I didn't mean it at all,
as far as the rest of the school knew
I was a bully who had hit Becky Robinson with a sandwich.
Was I going to have to start wearing leather jackets
and rolling my eyes all the time?
I didn't even own a leather jacket, and I was nice.
I had to fix this.
I was so focused on my own panic that I
didn't hear anything the teacher said for the whole class.
Honestly I think that's why I'm still
not good at long division.
The next morning I had a crazy idea.
I made sure to ask my mom to pack me a sandwich.
I got to school early determined to find Becky.
It took some searching, but I finally
found her sitting outside the library.
She started to get up as I walked over to her.
Please stay," I said.
I apologized again, but I told her
that even though it was totally an accident,
the damage had been done.
The whole school thought I was a sandwich-throwing bully,
and they thought that she had just been hit with a sandwich
and didn't even stand up for herself.
We had to restore the delicate cafeteria social ecosystem.
I told her about my crazy idea.
I handed her my sandwich.
That day right at the beginning of lunch Becky
walked over to me and threw a sandwich at me.
The whole school cheered.
Of course, it was my sandwich, and I'd asked her to do it,
but they didn't know that.
Becky and I had so much fun cleaning up the sandwich
that she actually ended up sitting with me
and my friends at lunch and we became like best friends.
We even saw "Pirates of the Caribbean Four" together,
and it was actually much weirder than Three.
That's how I learned that an apology isn't always
enough to make up for a mistake.
Sometimes you have to get creative about how
to really make it right.
But it's always worth it, even if it
means you have to get hit by a sandwich.