Lying by Hanai Garcia

Lying, if done out of complete necessity, is a valid reason to avoid consequences.

When I got my first job at a five star restaurant I was eager to please. I answered phones, took reservations, and cleaned my workstation constantly. Being the youngest employee at just 18, my higher ups were impressed with my work ethic. They trusted me with many things including giving me the keys to open the offices after hours. I enjoyed working there more than anything.

I had a supervisor every night named Andrew. He would watch me like a hawk and wait for me to make the slightest mistake. I would always be doing my job correctly so he could never say something to me. But Andrew was also a perfectionist and he never made a mistake. His orders always came out perfect and when he took reservations the guests were always satisfied. He was a very snarky man and if I ever asked a question he would make sure to answer condescendingly. Andrew annoyed me often with his comments and behaviors.

On a busy Saturday night in the middle of season Andrew got a call from the Rittenhouse family. Whenever they came to dine at the restaurant they would always get the best table and the best service because they would leave a huge tip. So like any manager would he booked their reservation ahead of all the other diners that evening. But what he didn’t realize was that I already booked the restaurant owner’s family for the same night a week earlier.

The shift went on as normal, the Rittenhouse family arrived on time and were sat at a huge table in the middle of the dinning room. Andrew was prancing around the kitchen talking about how he was able to book the Rittenhouse’s table on such short notice that they will most definitely leave hundreds of dollars as a tip. In that moment the owners of the restaurant, the Smiths, walked in. If you know about the restaurant business you would understand that in a small restaurant, having two very large parties is a problem, for both staff and guests. So Andrew panicked that he didn’t notice the error.

The error could have been mostly mine. And he screamed at the top of his lungs asking who booked the Smiths for dinner tonight. I did not answer him. And when he asked me specifically I had to say no. Andrew is such a hot head that he would fire me on the spot and not take into account how much I do for the restaurant or all my other good qualities as a worker. I lied to my manager about who made the reservation and lucky for me my shift was over before I could see how he solved the situation.

I learned from my mistake despite not suffering any consequences. Lying was the only solution to this situation. GOOD STORY AND EXAMPLE BUT YOU COULD HAVE ANALYZED THE SECRET A BIT MORE.




I’ve got a secret-Alondra Nieves

The idea is usually “Honesty is the best policy”, but the reality is that secrets cannot be kept with such honesty.There are not many times in my life where I have had put myself in a situation to lie–that is, thus far. This goes of course without saying the times where the secret I preferred to keep in secrecy was compromised to the the point where lying was the only option. One of them being during my first semester of college, which was my first of many other things; such as, living on my own, being four hours or more away from family or any source of supervision and of course my first college party/outing with friends. During this particular point in my newly established “adulthood”, I found myself hardly having to lie to my parents as I was more simply not saying the whole truth in itself. For example, “I am with my roommates in our room right now”,  although it was true, did not disclose the fact that were in our room getting ready to leave completely off campus. (CLASSIC)

However, the time were I was caught not sharing the entirety of my so called truth was when my mom had made an unexpected call that I felt I could answer and get away with–despite that I was already on the way to a party about forty minutes from campus. As all mothers do, she began to interrogate my intentions as to where I was going so late at night (10:30 PM),who was I with and why was I going there. I answered nervously because I realized that for once I had to lie to someone I had never felt the need to lie to before.  

The reality of the situation was that I was not on my way to friend’s off campus adult supervised house, I was not with people that I knew from highschool and I was not on the way to hang out and study. All of this was clearly understood by my mother even though she was 400 miles on the opposite of the peninsula. She began asking for names of who I was with (to which I gave of were old friends from back home that she had never met), my exact destined location( to which I described as fifteen to twenty minutes off campus) and if I had class the next day (to which I replied that it had been canceled).  After enough convincing, she had no choice but to submit to the lie I had created and once we ended the phone call the mixed feelings I had were that of relief, slight guilt and most of all a sense of  empowerment that fueled my mentality that my secret would be secure. STRONG ANALYSIS OF YOUR FEELINGS ENTWINED IN THE LIES. It was the feeling that was unfamiliar but at the time it was the only way to hide the truth that could not be revealed to a mother whose nest is almost empty as it is.


Thesis: Dealing with secrecy is something that affects everyones lives at some point or another. Although keeping my brothers secret for most of my adolescent years put a strain on my relationship with my mother, it ultimately helped me become a more compassionate and understanding adult. GOOD

Secrecy is the act of keeping things hidden. It stems from deliberately keeping something from others out of fear, embarrassment, or other reasons. Some may keep a secret because they believe it to potentially have a negative impact on someone specific or because it may cause harm to the secret-keeper and those around them. Sometimes, there’s even an element of shame behind confidentiality. Regardless, the act of secrecy is something that can become prevalent in anyone’s life, at one point or another. It can be detrimental and put a strain on your relationship with someone. For me, it became an issue I dealt with almost my entire life.

From an early age, my older brother and I have constantly cultivated a very close relationship. Because our parents brought us up in an old fashioned manner, we were always able help one another keep secrets from them and find comfort in our mutual trust. However, nothing could have prepared me for the intimate detail my brother would one day reveal to me. Because he is only two years older, we faced the same issues simultaneously. We both went through our transition from children to young adults around the same time, but he dealt with it a lot differently. I became social, started going out on the weekends, and got better grades. He was the polar opposite. Our mother attributed this to the difference in our genders, but it was only a matter of time before my brother revealed the real reason to me. He confessed to me that he was gay and that he was having a hard time dealing with the matter.

From that moment on, I saw him in a different light, not because of his sexuality, but because of the courage he had to reveal this intimate part of himself to me. On the other hand, my mother confided in me as well. She vented, telling me that she blamed her parenting for my brothers distant behavior, and that she wished he would let her in again. I would be lying if I said this didn’t make me feel guilty for keeping such vital detail of his life from her. This put a silent strain on our relationship, one that was almost unfathomable. However, I was always painfully aware that this was my brother’s secret to share, not mine.

Ultimately, this experience empowered not only my brother and I, but my parents as well. He went through stages of denial, depression, and culpability, which were all necessary on his journey to acceptance. Although my parents were shocked and hurt when he confessed to them, they were able to realize that his sexuality was merely a part of him, that it didn’t change him as a person. As for me, I wouldn’t be the same person today if I hadn’t dealt with my brothers experience through a second hand perspective. It helped me become understanding, open-minded, and more considerate of the people around me. WELL WRITTEN AND A POWERFUL STORY.

Secrecy Ashley Navarro

Thesis: When a secret is being kept because you’re trying to protect someone, it does not mean it will keep them from pain.

When I was in thirteen, my great-grandfather passed away. This happened on a weekday, in the morning. My sibling had school, but I did not. I was there for my grandfather’s death, but my siblings were not. My younger sisters are six years younger than me, so they were around 7 years old. That night, my sisters had a school performance, and my mom decided it was best to tell them after their show was over.

This meant I had to keep a secret that was so detrimental to anyone who it would affect for a whole day, and that’s what I had to do for my little sisters. I was able to pour my tears down my face and know that someone I loved had just passed. I was already grieving. I knew the pain that I would have, but I also know the pain that it would cause my sisters. I could see in their young eyes the way they looked at the world. No fear, no sadness, just pure joy. And by the end of the day, I knew that I would be taking that away from them.

The power that I had over my sisters was immense. From one second to the next, I could change the whole perspective of the world, at just seven years old. It wasn’t a good power to feel. It was a control that was given to me, but I wanted no part in. I could see them on the stage so happy to perform, thinking their life was as perfect as it could be, which is how any seven -year -old should feel. But the moment they got off the stage, little did they know, that’s when they would find out that life isn’t as perfect as the once thought.

As we entered the car, I remember my mom and I taking a deep breath, almost as if we were sharing the secret and the power within each other for one last time. My mom started with telling them, and then I had to finish because my mom was to heartbroken to finish. It was like we had shared the power, and then she gave it all to me at that moment.

Before I could even finish my sentence, my sisters started to cry. At first, I was relieved that I no longer had to keep the secret of my great-grandfather to myself anymore. Now we all shared the grief, but that made me powerless too, because I could not protect two little girls from the pain of the real world. In this situation, no one wins. Not the secret keeper, and not the people you’re keeping it from. VERY STRONG WRITING AND EXCELLENT WORK

Secrecy – Carmen De Armas

When keeping a secret, lying, secrecy and confidentiality are keys to being successful. Recently I had promised someone I would keep a secret for them. It was very hard because I had to keep it from one of my other friends.

My friend Katie and her boyfriend Edward had been going through some issues. Because of this Edward was being pushed away by Katie and was starting to get bored. Instead of giving up, Edward decided to ask her if she would instead think of being in an open relationship. She declined.

Edward, upset about her decision, left Katie’s apartment and went over to a friend’s. There, a party started to grow. During the party, a few girls who Edward did not know had shown up. Over the course of the night he and one of the girls, Heather, stayed away from the crowd. They were secluding themselves in the kitchen or in the hallway.

Edward came up to me a few hours later. He asked me if I knew the girl he was talking to and if he could possibly get her number. I reminded him that Katie was at home waiting for him. He said it was not a big deal, that Katie would not mind and that he only wanted to be friends with Heather. I told him he shouldn’t be talking to her and we dropped the subject.

A few days later I got a text from Heather. She said she had hung out with Edward. A few weeks later she told me they had begun a secret relationship. Edward and Heather asked me to keep it a secret until he was ready to tell Katie.

I understood it was not my secret to tell. I respected their privacy and did not want to get involved. The guilt did not go away though, it was hard to keep the secret from Katie.

Edward would lie almost daily, telling Katie he had to study, go to the gym or work. Any chance he got he would go see Heather. The lying kept the secret safe and the secret produced more lies.

Having this secret empowered Heather. It didn’t take long for her to take advantage of the situation. She began to blackmail Edward, threatening to tell Katie. She began asking for expensive dates and gifts and more of his attention. WOW Edward was afraid. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if Katie found out. He didn’t want this to ruin what he had, to affect his image or to ruin his relationship.

The power balance eventually tipped. Edward had told Katie and Heather no longer had anything to hold over his head. This caused her to completely disappear from his life.

Edward confided in me, he saw I was a loyal friend and thanked me for not getting involved. Katie never found out I knew. Somehow saving both friendships, life went back to normal. The guilt I felt was no longer always present, but it is still there. VERY WELL WRITTEN AND WELL DONE

Secrecy: Assignment 4

Thesis Statement: Secrets are a part of your privacy, keeping family secrets is the most intimate type of secrecy because of the bonds you all share. GOOD

“Family comes first”, is a quote that I live by. The inner works of how a family runs is critical, and must be done right in order to flourish from it. I come from a extremely close family, where we laugh together, cry together and keep each others secrets. A few years ago, my father had lost his job, that he had for 13 years, due to budget cuts. My dad is a workaholic, something that everyone in our family knows, so when he had lost his job we knew it was going to be hard on him. As my small family of four adjusted to the change, we were asked not to share this with out extended family. My parents did not want pity or money they just wanted things to get back to normal.

Along with keeping secrets comes lying. Lying to my family on why we could not go on family vacations with them, or lying about how our weeks were going. Just because it was a secret that mentally and physically brought us down, the secret did not empower me. Holding that secret ate me alive each and every night, wondering how we were going to make ends meet to keep our house. Being part of a such a close extended family, they knew we were acting strange. They were trying to figure out the true reason on what what going on behind closed doors in our household. As they were growing more curious, we all became more anxious and uncomfortable talking about certain topics such as the future or our careers. My dad had been working tirelessly, interview after interview, and you could just tell the toll it took on him. You could see it in his tired eyes that he was shameful for loosing his job, which was so hard to see in him knowing that he could not have prevented it.

Once you get older, you start realizing how important secrets actually are. In Middle School, they were a form of gossiping or revealing your crush. Once you come into the real world, you see what type of impact secrecy has. We had kept that secret to protect our family name and control our reputation of a hard-working “American Dream” family. We were using lies to guard our secrets and trying to justify them by saying that we had been protecting our family.

As time goes on and secrets come and go, the secret may have gone but the intimacy and loyalty between a person and whom they may have shared a secret with stays. The bonds me and my family have today is because of the true faithfulness we have within each other. Keeping family secrets may be the hardest ones to keep, but what they leave is something so much better. A small family of 4 was able to make it through 2 tough years of unemployment, through the intimacy and trust they had with one another. VERY WELL WRITTEN AND ANALYZED WELL


Although there are unlimited reasons people lie to others, the main reasons people lie are to protect themselves or the people they love.

Throughout one’s life, there are several different version of lies people tell in order to get throughout their day. Some might be bigger than others, however, there are usually several versions of the truth that society deviates to in order to get by.

Although there are unlimited reasons for people to lie, one of the biggest reason as to why I have lied in the past is to protect myself or someone I love. Recently, one of my friends confided in me through some issue she and her family where going through. We were on a phone call when she told me everything they were going through and I was in the car parked outside of my boyfriend’s house. As we hung up the phone, I dried up my tears to the best of my ability and tied to look as fresh as possible to refrain getting asked why I was crying. As I walked into his house, him along with his family immediately noticed I had been crying and asked why. So, I lied. To him and to his family in order to protect my friend.

I had told them that I was crying because I had gotten in an argument with my sister in order to deviate from what had actually happened. Although I lied to people I care about a lot because I knew it was not my information to share. I made a promise to my friend and although lying in not  a respectable quality, it changed nothing in their lives and protected someone I love. Thinking back at the incident I realized that I was lying in order to keep something confidential which was when I understood the relationship these two traits have. GOOD Through confidentially, whether it be with your lawyer or your doctor, people are agreeing to refrain from disclosing information with people they care about, regardless of who they are.

The way we intake information depends on the information we are receiving. If one is listening to a funny story about their day or perhaps gossip about another person, they might listen to the story in hopes of telling someone else. If one is listening to information they have to keep quiet about and be discreet, the way they think about it is drastically differently because they do not have to think about how it could affect them or others, they simply cannot share the information. GOOD USE OF CONCEPTS AND ANALYSIS