Now, I know what you’re thinking. What in the world is a bibliobibuli? It is a term coined by an American humorist called H. L. Mencken, and it refers to people who read too much. Not that I ever think I read too much, but I normally have my head buried in a book, or a phone, or a laptop and I’m normally always reading. Words catch my eye and I can’t seem to help myself.
The Lead Up
Enough about that, though. I am here today to talk to you about how I managed to get around being grounded. My mother learned very quickly that when I was bad or causing trouble that the normal methods of punishment just wouldn’t be enough.
Sure, standing in a corner was awful, but I could close my eyes and make a game out of it. Sending me to my room was a joke since that’s where all my books were. Doing chores was something I had grown up with, and while I didn’t really like them, I wasn’t going to complain.
Back when she implemented this I didn’t have a phone, so she couldn’t take that away, and when I did have it I really didn’t use it unless I wanted to talk to my family. It’s only after I become an adult that I find myself glued to the phone more.
She came up with a very creative way one day by lugging in a couple of suitcases and telling me to pack all of my books into them as I was grounded. I was devastated. I loved my books and I couldn’t live without them, but every one that wasn’t a school book was supposed packed away.
That was worse than locking me into an oubliette. It was my own slice of purgatory. I did as I was told and started packing up all of my books. As I was doing so a light bulb went off in my head. I had a personal reading book in my backpack. I wouldn’t have to give up all of my reading material.
Over the coming months I began keeping 2 books in my book bag just in case. I was “grounded” several more times, but I never let it get to me as I still had reading material. I also found another way around the restriction by checking out books from the school library. She couldn’t actually take them away since there was a date that they needed to be turned in by. I thought that I was very clever on thwarting my mother trying to take away all my fantastical retreats.
I’m not sure if my mother ever figured that out. It’s something that I will have to ask her and I will certainly update you on what she says. Update 4/14/2018: I did speak to my mother and she says that she didn’t have a clue. Why do I feel so proud of myself to have gotten one over on my mom?
As for why I was grounded so often. It was mostly due to my lackluster grades. I was the type of person that didn’t really try unless it was a subject that I was passionate about or that challenged me in some way, shape, or form. It had to interest me in order for me to invest my time into it. I suppose that’s why I love working on this blog so much.
I admit that I hate cleaning as well. She grounded me a couple of times because my room was a mess. I admit that it was and I have taken pains to correct my wayward cleaning skills. It’s still not something I enjoy and I shirk it as much as possible.
Thankfully I’m an adult now and she does not ground me so I get to keep my books!
Can you relate? Do you have stories of you own? I would love to hear them so post them down in the comments below.