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How I Ruined My Own Dance Recital!
In the early 2000s, I attended a performing and fine arts middle and high school. I auditioned for its art and animation program due to my interest in visual arts, and my grandmother's advice. Though I got accepted into the program, I was forced to attend the ballet classes because the school still had me registered under "Undeclared" and I needed a major in order to stay at the school. After over a month of tripping over my own feet and everyone else's, I found my way into the animation classes, which I just knew I going to love. I was wrong! My teacher was a pretentious, lunatic with a fetish for all things Disney. He was over critical of my work and did not waste time humiliating me when he got the chance. By the time eighth grade rolled around, I was the latest addition to the dance program and the newest laughing stock of the school as being a male dancer was still deemed emasculating and weak.
By AR Terique5 years ago in Confessions
A little pee never hurt anybody, right?!?
Have you ever had that dream where you need to go to the bathroom so badly that you piss yourself in public? No? Really?!? Just me then, huh? Well that’s embarrassing. Imagine, if you can, what it would be like if that came true. And not just anywhere. Of course not. Imagine if it happened in HIGH SCHOOL.
By Jessica Miller5 years ago in Confessions
A Day
As the title suggests in no obscure manner, I had quite a day. Unfortunately for some looking for something bright, or positive it was not what I would categorize as a good day. Between interactions I had, and the ones I really could've used today it did lead to quite the breakdown in the shower after work. However I have had some fruit and hydrated and I'm ready to share if y'all are ready for a quick vent.
By Emrys Everette 5 years ago in Confessions
Attention Shoppers
Yea. Yea. Yea. I know, I was old enough to know better, but the fear I had for my step mother paralyzed my vocal cords. Ok so let's take it back to August 1998, I was 8 years old. The day started off as a regular day of errands and shopping but quickly shaped into a Saturday morning that I would never forget and a secret that I vowed to keep.
By Monique Peck5 years ago in Confessions
Dirty Little Secret
I believe that everyone needs to allow themselves a safe place to write or somehow tell a secret that they might have sitting in the back of their head eating away at them. Secrets that might make your shoulders heavier than they should be. As I'm writing this I have decided that this is the place I'd like to write out a little confession of mine that I will probably never tell another soul. I do feel a little guilty about said confession, but I wouldn't change it for the world.
By Alexis Bellaw5 years ago in Confessions
Memoirs of a Clumsy Girl: Muddle Puddle Mayhem
Drip. Drip. Splat. The sounds echo in the silence of the giant gymnasium turned exam room. Just ignore it and keep writing, keep the focus on the questions. Drip. Drip. Splat. An annoyed sigh floats across the room from the professors at the front. Drip. Drip. Splat. A snicker from the back of the room had me writing faster. How did I manage to find myself in this place?
By Dianne Crompton5 years ago in Confessions
My Most Embarrassing Therapist Moment
I always thought being a Therapist meant I had to be perfect all of the time. I was completing my Master’s degree in Clinical Mental Health Counseling in a state far away from my family at a time when my life was anything but “perfect.” I worked 60-70 hours a week and didn’t know how to take care of myself.
By Mari Moore5 years ago in Confessions
Where do Babies Come From?
At what age did you stop asking yourself, "where do babies come from?". Do you remember the exact moment that you put two and two together, and realized the true process to the creation of life? Well, I can assure you that every person that I know stopped asking themselves that question long before I did. Welcome to a life of pure childhood innocence. Welcome to a life where pertinent information was withheld from a child for far too long. Welcome to a life where a teenager wasn't able to get a date to the dance because they believed that babies were born out of their mother's behind. Welcome to my life.
By Sloan5 years ago in Confessions
