Teenage years
What Now?
When, I think about what I want to be in life, I had a list of careers in my head and as each year went by, the list got shorter and shorter. I am a very creative person so I fell in love with the arts, fashion, and music. You'd think that having a list of careers and jobs that I liked would help a lot with my future well, I think not. I am currently in college and I'm majoring in Business Administration and hopefully minor in entrepreneurship, fashion design, or fashion merchandising. Once I graduate, I already know I'm going to be like: What now?
By TheCeruleanRose4 years ago in Confessions
Totaling My Parents Dodge Caravan Off-Roading
I'd try a few times before giving up a fight. It was shortly before Winter of Grade 11 and I asked my mother one last time if she'd buy me smokes. The age to buy smokes used to be quite low, and having to get smokes through other means often meant talking to less-than favourable people. Although she smoked in high school, she insisted I'd have to supply my own habits.
By The Passionate Autistic4 years ago in Confessions
S'cool Days
There is an “Inside Joke” challenge on Vocal, the premise of which is “Share a funny, true story about you and one of your childhood friends.” The problem with this challenge is that very often funny stories are over very quickly when they are committed to paper.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Confessions
ADHD & DADDY ISSUES
Growing up with ADHD for me meant that I always had trouble focusing on even the simplest of tasks. For that reason I was pretty heavily medicated as soon as possible, which is a big part of why it took me a week to type this essay out. The other reasons would be that I am currently working full-time and that I couldn’t decide whether to write about my indescribably dysfunctional relationship with my father or the ADHD that was crippling up until a couple years ago. (So I finally decided to give both a shot.) Growing up with ADHD while I watched my completely “normal” sisters go about their daily lives was awful, especially when my father was constantly comparing me to either one. If I couldn’t spell a word correctly, he put me in the corner to guess until I got it right. When I got honors or was one of six to receive the spelling award, I had done something else wrong that overshadowed my accomplishments. We checked my grades daily and if there was anything missing there was hell to pay. Even when he was in prison, he still managed to breathe down my neck and control my every move, not taking into consideration how his incarceration had affected me, forcing me to grow up much faster than mere 13 years should have required. While my friends hung out every weekend I was forced to drive 3 hours to visit a man whom I firmly resented at that point in my life. And while I should have been at home working on schoolwork, my sisters and stepmother and I were being evicted in front of the entire neighborhood, forced to move into my mothers’ small apartment only to move from there to what was basically equivalent to a rundown shack and to be yet again be evicted by our misogynistic…jerk of a landlord and move back in with my mother. So while I struggled to stay afloat, my already very limited friend group was dwindling because I was unavailable and secretive out of embarrassment and my grades thus dropped drastically. I had left the honor roll behind and took up a secret form of rebellion instead. Then there was high school. I made it through the first few months in a kind of stereotypical bliss of naïveté and “love”. Until rumors about my father started again and my boyfriend told people a cruel rumor about me. I spiraled again and my grades suffered more than ever and throughout the next few years I continued to lose friends. There was a sort-of brief period of time in which my father kicked me out and I lived with my mother. (Our relationship honestly never recovered and, if anything, has become even more tense and hostile with recent developments and betrayals.) On the other hand, my grades went up semi-steadily and I was just shy of making the honor roll my senior year and received my first A grade since 7th grade which was a massive accomplishment for me. The bottom line of this whole story is that I’ve overcome so much and worked so hard to make it to where I am today that it would crush me if my education were to be halted or were to cease altogether. I deserve a shot despite being what you might see on paper as a bad student who you’re worried might fail. But I promise you that if you give me this chance to prove myself I will joyously and gratefully take it and cherish that opportunity.
By Lauren4 years ago in Confessions
COLLEGE
Hello, nice to “meet” you, I’m sydney—like the opera house or Australia—lower-case “s” intentional. My life’s been chaotic (not in a good way). My parents aren’t together—haven’t been as long as I can remember. I have a step-mother—not evil—and two half-sisters—not wicked—Hannah and Emily.
By Lauren4 years ago in Confessions
An Exploration of My Old Instagram Usernames
The legacy of being a fangirl is embarrassing and nostalgic at the same time. My first fandom was the Percy Jackson fandom, and from the age of 12 to 18 I racked up a fair few fandoms for both YA fantasy and dystopian books, and tv shows.
By Leigh Hooper4 years ago in Confessions
Why *That* Degrassi Episode Still Holds Up Almost 20 Years Later
When Degrassi: The Next Generation aired, I was 10 years old. I was more or less the target audience for a show about kids who go through the normal trials and tribulations of middle school. Degrassi was an important part of my life through high school, and even moreso in college - my freshman year, when I didn't know how to make friends, I would inter-library loan DVD copies of Degrassi Jr. High and watch while I ate meals in the dining hall alone.
By Victoria Malcolm4 years ago in Confessions
The runaway
The runaway Have you ever thought about running away? Most people have. The problem is there is a lot more to running away than just leaving. Today I am going to tell you my runaway story. First you have to understand some things, Prior to running away I had.. Issues. I had depression anxiety and I cut myself. Now I know what you're thinking. This girl is crazy, and you're right. I am a little crazy. The problem was at that point in my life I didn't know I had anxiety or depression, all I knew was I felt bad and something had to change. So I cut myself.
By Rebel4 years ago in Confessions
My First Love, I Do Not Regret Us.
I think you know who you are, at least you should know who you are, but I know you never had the emotions for me that I had for you, so maybe I am just a distant memory. Where do I begin? The history we share(d) together, excuse me, the 5 years of history we made together was something I will never forget, even though some days life would be easier if I could forget it. Honestly, I wanted to spend my life with you, I would have given anything to spend life with you. In fact, I did everything I could do to make you the happiest person in the world because I was born to love and you know how much love I had for you. I found out that it was not possible to please you, not that you are or were ever a mean person, I know deep inside of you, you feel things and you have a heart. But some people just do not like to show that side of them, and you, I am not sure if you will ever show or tell what you really feel or say what you really think. That makes me sad for you, not being able to express your emotions in the world we live in must be awful, life was made for people to feel things, inside and outside of us. What kind of world would it be if we did not have the capability of feeling? To me, it would be a sad, lonely, unhealthy place. But, back to our story. I met you when I was in 9th grade and you were in 10th grade, crazy right? That we spent basically our whole high school careers together, facing every moment of teenage life together. When I first met you, you were a different person, or maybe I was just too blind to see who you truly were, I am still unsure of that. Again, I am not trying to say you were a bad person or are a bad person, but you were definitely not the person for me. It is just a shame that it took me 5 years to figure that out. You knew who I was inside and out, you knew everything about me, you were my best friend. I believe that is the reason it was always hard for me to let you go, you never judged me for who I was, or what all I have been through, you listened to me, never responded much but I could live with that. I had a best friend sitting in front of me and i mistook that for love, yes I did love you. I still do, and I probably will for the rest of my life. But, the love I have for you is different than it was when I first met you. Life with you was good, fun, happy, until you did not appreciate all the love I had given you. I did not give up on us, you and I both know I am not the type of person to give up on anything. I simply let you go, because I deserved better and you deserved time to think. The hardest thing I ever did in my life was let you go. I will never forget that day and all the pain I felt. I think you know, but you were the first boyfriend I ever broke up with. Clearly, I am not good at hurting people, and I do get attached to people, so usually they get rid of me first. I always wondered why you never got rid of me like everyone else, maybe that is another reason I stayed, even when we did argue or I over thought about something you never actually walked away from me, you may have said you would but you never did. I liked that. Even when things got hard or I got complicated you never actually left me, everyone else would have. I can not lie, I still think about you, I hear that one song, I drive by that one place, I have that one dream with you in it, sometimes you appear and I try to accept it. As I said, I do not regret us, I never will regret us, we will always be in my memory. And sometimes I wonder if you think about us too, I do not know how you could not think about us, 5 years is a dedication that we both somehow got through, together at such a young age. I hope you learned just as much as I did from the relationship we shared together. I know you enough to know that somewhere deep inside you are still hurting and thinking about what we were. Yes, I hope you miss me, I hope your family tells you that you should have tried harder because honestly you should have, I hope you see me in the future with someone that gives and shows me the love that you never could give or show me. And of course, I hope you find your happiness too. I do know that you are a good person, and there may have been things hurting you that maybe you just could not admit them, and that is okay, but I hope you are strong enough to tell someone one day. I hope you are strong enough to love someone the way I loved you, because I promise you it will bring you much happiness. Love is beautiful and I have always tried to help you realize that.
By Katlyn Oliver4 years ago in Confessions
Leif's personal battles
Every girl in America and around the world knows who Leif Garrett is, but so do us gay men, who were hot blooded teenagers at one time. Leif had a great career going for him, plus his good looks but he couldn't stay away from the drugs and alcohol. Now he is known as one of the bad boys of Hollywood. But is it his fault? I would say no because he stated that his Manager was pushing the drugs on him.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee4 years ago in Confessions
The Outsider
Shit! I can't believe we're movin again! When are my padres gonna get their shit together? And Utah, Fuck! I wonder if there's any hotties there like Bella? The pen better have a dope football team. Dam, I'm gonna miss So Cal. I wonder when Patrick's gonna get those specs for our new beats? At least I getta sit up front in the Haul with Pops, while the hermanas have to sit in back of the mini van, LOL
By Dr. David Yates4 years ago in Confessions
