So lemme tell you this. Going to the dentist is not fun, and I think almost everyone will agree that going is an inconvenience. But your teeth do come out looking sparkly clean.

For me, I deserve to get cavities with the amount pop I drink, or “soda” for those of you who call it that. But I cannot remember the last time I went to the dentist and got cavity.

I am one who regularly keeps up with brushing, flossing and mouth wash, so I don’t have to deal with as many tools in my mouth when I have to go to the dentist.

Now as much as I hate going to the dentist, I do feel bad after I leave sometimes. My dentist is a nice person, but I lie to her all the time, and I don’t like lying.

Lying sucks. Yes, sometimes you may end up getting a favorable outcome because you told the lie. Whether it was about how your dog ate your homework, your computer died or any other excuse. In my case at the dentist, I always tell her I don’t drink that much pop.

I drink tons of Mountain Dew, like I drink a very unhealthy amount of it. Every time I’m in the dinning hall, I’m drinking some. If I’m just chilling in my room, I’ll drink some. It’s bad. But Lent started Wednesday, and I decided to give it up.

But the reason I feel bad about lying straight to my dentist’s face is because, like I said, she is a nice person, and she is just trying to help me out. She is there to make sure my teeth stay in my head the rest of my life.

The worst part of it all is that I’m pretty sure she believes me because she always tells me that my teeth look good and that there are no problems.

So now that I think about it, maybe I should tell her I drink as much pop as I do. If I drink all the pop that I do and still have good teeth. That is kind of impressive.

I used to not care if I lied to the dentist because no one likes to have all those tools in their mouth scratching away, hitting their gums and making you bleed. Who would like that?

But now I have gotten smarter and realized that I shouldn’t lie to the dentist because all she is trying to do is help me out. Hey, who knows maybe I wont have to lie if I just don’t drink as much pop as I do now.

So I guess the moral of the story and the lesson here is don’t lie at all, and especially don’t lie to someone who is trying to help you, like the dentist. It may come back to bite ya.

I hope your three-day weekend is better than mine.

Sean Hastings is a sophomore journalism major. He can be reached at 581-2812 or [email protected].