Teenage years
To my Daughter
I could choose to write about a conscious decision I made that affected my life, a choice that I made ahead of time. I could discuss career changes, marriage, even where I chose to live. But none of those decisions changed my life as much as something that happened to me. It wasn’t something that I had ever wanted, nothing that I would have chosen, and yet, it was the best thing that ever happened to me.
By Kelly Mendoza4 years ago in Confessions
Pain
Is hard for me to talk about this, it is for everyone who has been through it. I was 16 , Sophomore year of High School, I have been through it my whole life but it was the first time ,when he took a step forward, too far, I spoke out at 17 to School Administration ,they opened up the case, I felt like I did something right.
By Aletze Castellanos4 years ago in Confessions
Crazy story: The Art Present Incident
It all started somewhere in my sophomore year of high school. It was a Saturday afternoon. I started volunteering at an elementary school that was hosting an art festival of some kind for community service hours. One day, two of my friends, we will call them "Siena" and "Bryce," came to the school to not only volunteer for the school but perform for the art festival. Bryce was a musician for the marching band, and Siena was a dancer. Now, Bryce had a crush on Siena, and he would always try to make a move on her. But, Siena would always curse him out and yell at him saying things like, "Stop flirting with me! I'm not into you! You're annoying af!" But, throughout the day, Bryce didn't even flirt with Siena this time. I was keeping an eye on Bryce, and he never romantically acknowledged her. He was just friendly towards Siena platonically. But, Siena still thinking he might still be flirting with her, just kept on castigating him. I went to talk to Bryce, and he told me that he was finally over Siena and he just wanted to be friends with her, but Siena isn't giving him another chance. I comforted him and told him "Siena will come around. Just give her space to realize that you want to be her friend."
By Kera4 years ago in Confessions
Skipping School with Jerry!
It is funny sometimes how an event can be scary when it is happening but it can be funny at the same time. Later, when you tell the story of the event, it turns from a scary sort of funny story to a hilarious anecdote. This is that kind of event.
By William King4 years ago in Confessions
Nightlife in Japan
This paper looks to address the given inquiries by dissecting the piece of the book of Allison named "Nightwork: Sexuality, Pleasure and Corporate Masculinity in a Tokyo Hostess Club," where the writer tried to "analyze some part of Japan that was metropolitan, current and an impact of social, political, and monetary relations." Her emphasis on entertainer clubs, which is one part of the Mizu Shoba (water business) Japanese metropolitan nightlife, incites a few inquiries that should be replied to in this paper.
By Ji Dene4 years ago in Confessions
Carnival Stow Away
It was August 26th, 1990. The stifling heat and wicked stench of body odor woke me, with a choking gag, from the soundest sleep I'd had in ages, maybe ever. It took me a few minutes of taking in the dark surroundings to remember where I was, what I'd done. Instantly, I was gripped with shock... disbelief and fear. Yet in the same breathe there was an exhilaration that was undeniable, albeit tainted by guilt.
By Analise Dionn4 years ago in Confessions
Suicide Survival
I hear a voice followed by a knock in my sleep, “wake up, vital signs”. I open my eyes & my roommate was already gone. Damn, what an early bird. I go pee, wash my face, brush my teeth & walked out of my room. I was last for the vitals. When she was done, she pointed behind her to the cafeteria & told me to go have breakfast. Almost everyone already had their trays, they were serving waffles, sausages & eggs. They had dry cereal, cartons of milk, coffee, fruit everywhere. I really felt like I was back in school. I saw old & young faces. I grab my waffles, grab some coffee & sit down alone. I felt alone again. A few moments later, my table was full.
By Solibeth Nunez4 years ago in Confessions
Midnight Dash
It all started when Joseph got a car. We were 16 years old and that was one of the coolest things that you could have. No more waiting for our parents to take us to meet our friends at the movie theater on Friday night. We were free and it was glorious. This was the first weekend that he had his car and we made plans. Him and I had a flirtation but it never progressed to anything else he was one of my best friends since he moved here from Michigan.
By Marissa DeShields4 years ago in Confessions
The Night My Mom Died
The air in the cafeteria was chilly with the night breeze. I was still riding a wave of adrenaline from my performance with my middle school honor band. Parents were meeting their kids, congratulating them for a job well done, and everyone began funneling out to the parking lot.
By Shannon Moose4 years ago in Confessions
The Ex-Con, My Newborn Sister, and Me
This is how my story ends. I was sure of it. A two-door car sped down a winding road in Lexington, Kentucky. A cooler in the back seat knocked around. It’s owner, Mark, tanner than Brazilian cowhide, with sunglasses precariously resting on the back of his head, yelled to me, his eyes off the curved asphalt.
By B. Pratt4 years ago in Confessions
Clever Alternatives
Growing up, me and one of my cousins were best friends. We hung out every weekend and talked on the house phone every day after school and wrote each other notes when we were in school and unable to do those things. Her parents were a lot cooler than mine so her house was kind of the spot, especially as we got into our teen years. I thought we were a lot alike. Full of sarcasm and hormonal rage, it seems, in retrospect, we had little in common. I figure it to be a mutual appreciation for certain words, flannel, sad boys, and poetry; some of which didn’t hold up for either of us. Now, I’m a full-time beatnik and she is a young professional. I am the Tarot-reading sexual deviant and overall degenerate. She is a lawyer. We liked music, I guess. And it makes sense because even in high school I was a bit of a mentally-unstable burnout and she was an advanced placement superstar. She was never too keen on things like smoking cigarettes or weed like I was. But for some reason, she was willing to risk it all for a very special three-day trip…
By Lolly Paige Lennox4 years ago in Confessions
