There must've been horrible circumstances that lead me to even pondering such a deadly idea. It was late April of 2009. I was in sixth grade at the time, and I imagine it had something to do with having an incredibly hard teacher, whom composed incredibly hard tests. I guess I wasn't prepared; I guess I thought there was no way out. My only option was to skip school, and the only way to skip school was to be sick; even that excuse wouldn't always work. I would have to be projectile vomiting for her to even contemplate calling the doctor. Being the devious child I am, a very vile idea popped into my head.
I went into the kitchen and got down a hidden jar of peanut butter from the top of the pantry. I opened it slowly and quietly, as if my mom could hear me turning the lid from inside the shower. An overpowering aroma of peanuts made my eyes burn and my nose start to sniffle. I stuck my stubby finger into the creamy brown paste, and gently smeared it into my eye. Instantly, my eye burned like no other. I ran to the sink and flushed my eye repeatedly. When I felt that each and every remnant of Jif was gone, I dried my eye and decided to just get ready for school. There was nothing I could do but suck it up.
About fifteen minutes later I came into the kitchen to eat the breakfast my mom prepared. Within two steps in the kitchen, my mom screamed at the top of her lungs and dropped my oatmeal onto the floor. “OH MY GOD” she shrieked.
“WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR EYE?”
I ran frantically to the bathroom mirror. Sure enough my eye had plumped up to the size of a baseball. Just as I intended, my severe allergy to peanuts went into effect, but it was worse than I could have ever imagined. In the background I could hear my mom calling the doctor. By the time we arrived to the hospital, the white of my eye was extremely bloodshot, but that was barely visible from the swelling. Not once did I admit to intentionally putting peanut butter in my eye. When my doctor came in, she said she had never seen anything like this before. She said there was a chance my eye would never look the same, and because of the excessive amount of swelling skin may not be able to go back to normal. She said that there were even cases she had heard of where people's eyes actually “exploded” from the pressure. She said that people had died from reactions like this. I never told exactly what happened that day to anyone. I was far too ashamed.
I missed school that day, and the day after that, and the day after that. I also spent my entire weekend lying in bed. After all said and done, I realized what I did wasn't going to stop my teacher from making me take my test. The only thing that smearing peanut butter in my eye did for me was make me very sick and in pain. It wasn't it worth risking something as important as my well-being, over a test in sixth-grade. . I learned that day the hard way to never to experiment with your health. Over-all, I am thankful for my mistake. I wouldn't ever take it back because it potentially saved me from having to experiencing a whole different outcome. Learning from your mistakes is a part of your life; I'm lucky that I am alive so that I could take advantage of that opportunity.