Eryn Burchard
April 23, 2013
Period 4
“No One Likes a Hypocrite” “Sincerity makes the very least person to be of more value than the most talented hypocrite.” My project was based around this quote by Charles Spurgeon. If I go around doing exactly what I’m getting upset at other people about, then I might as well seclude myself into a dark room alone. After all, no one likes a hypocrite. Spurgeon agrees that being sincere can make the least important person more valuable than a hypocrite. Keeping that in mind throughout the week helped me achieve my goal which was to not get upset at my siblings. The plan I conjured together was if someone did something that made my upset or mad, then I would just take a breather and leave the room. There were some situations that definitely tested me to see if I could keep up with my plan and not go off on a rampage. I’m not going to lie, this project was not the easiest thing I have ever done, but I managed through it. I just needed to have the mindset that I was “the very least person,” rising to the top. Achieving my goal was not going to be a stroll in the park. My plan to achieve perfection was to not get mad at my brothers and sisters, but I soon realized that was too broad of a statement. I decided to look at it from a different perspective. I changed my plan to keeping my siblings satisfied and to simply keep myself out of any situation that could stir me up. Every morning before school the battle would begin. Everything was fine with me until 6:20 a.m. My sister and I had to get to school before 6:45 every morning and that seemed to be a struggle for my younger sister. She would take her sweet little time and procrastinate. She would wake up late, fiddle around with her hair, and take at least 10 minutes to pick out her outfit for the day. I would get frustrated because she did this every single morning and I did not want to be late to class. Gathering her things for her and making her breakfast was the perfect solution to get her out the door faster. Though that did help somewhat I would still lecture her as we pulled out of the garage on the way to class. It was always the same, too. She needed to be ready when it was time to go. Situations like this seemed to appear after school, too. Waves of complaints and insincerity crashed down me from my brothers and sisters. I seemed like was all they could do to push my buttons. I simply needed the mindset to keep calm when my strange-yet-blood-related siblings acted like witches stirring me up in a kettle. They would try to stir me up until I boiled over. But this week I would not let it happen. I couldn’t let loose and let my frustration explode all over my family. Some days after school, I would come home and grab a quick snack before starting my homework. While munching on some chips and salsa, little spider fingers would find a way to creep into my