School
Miss you miss love
When I was a junior, the editor in chief of the school newspaper gave me a close-up of campus news and asked me to interview alone about the popular hanging of bed curtains in student dormitories. One night after self-study, I followed the flow of people out of the classroom to the direction of the dormitory. Several girls in front of me chattered while walking. I went up to stop them, told them I was a reporter of the school newspaper, and asked them how many girls hung the bed curtain and why. They were a little embarrassed. One of the girls said, "in order not to be discovered by others."
By Reid Pamela4 years ago in Confessions
Letter to a Former Teacher
I am writing to you to let you how I felt back then and how I feel now. For the two years I had spent in Hall Elementary School, I could say I was not at a happy place. And I thought my home life was too much. Well it was, but matters at the school were probably the worst. You were a teaching supervisor, the one I was supposed to look up to like a mentor. But you were not a mentor to me or I believe anyone else I knew. You yelling at me did not help me with my confidence or made me focused thoroughly with my work. Your words stuck with me for thirteen years even as I became an adult. I could not sleep well at night worrying about how I might do on a test and the amount of homework I received everyday. As I sat by my desk doing with my work, I always worried about my future. Soon I then realized how much that pressure put on me might affect it. It was everyday that I dreaded going to school, not just because of you and possibly other teachers. Whenever I was having a problem with my classmates, who constantly made fun of me or put me down, it's like no one would help no matter how much I would ask. At the time, I did not realize how much it would affect my mind state especially for someone with a intellectual disorder. Even after all these years I still took full responsibility for everything that happened. I felt sick to my stomach about certain situations to the point I became sick one day. I remember that day and what happened during and after that Monday morning. My stomach was hurting real bad as I was about to prepare to go to school. I told my mother how I was feeling that morning and she let me stay home. But the pain worsen and I vomited in the late morning. I took the whole day to rest so I would feel better for the next day. Just recently the same happened again, but given the circumstances and the situation that I am now, it was not as bad as I first thought. You and Ms. Smith were supposed to lead me in the right direction, give me a sense of balance and confidence and help me make the right decisions. But I felt that I didn't get that from you or everyone else. I missed out on socializing with many of my classmates due to the large amount of work you had given me just because I could not get a multiplication problem. It was that one thing that got you treating me more harshly than the other students. Then again, they probably had gotten similar treatment from you. I always thought about why you did treated me that way. Were you that way with other students before I came along? Did you had a teacher from your school years who was like that with you? Then came fifth grade, my senior year, where things were still up and down but I was under the supervision of someone else. However half of my fifth grade class had tease me worse than what happened in fourth grade. I was probably at a much more difficult place than I was the previous year. I had never felt such hate towards me until sixth and eight grade. Those years were probably more worse but equally it depends. Then once I entered middle school, your words and their actions continued to get to me deeply and throughout sixth grade I had sudden illnesses. But it was my eighth grade year that was similar to fifth grade but worse in some ways. Once I graduated and went to high school, I still felt I couldn't be the student, all because of how you made me felt. But I found comfort and I am peace with myself and one day we might cross paths again.
By Forest Green4 years ago in Confessions
83 degrees
It was 83 degrees. A light springtime heat. A perfect coffee shop; a perfect patio with perfect seats, ice cold coffee that's sweet. I was spending my days as a ditz. Wondering around without a clue and spending too much like a fool. I could blame the heat and say it makes me overthink.
By Amira Buckly4 years ago in Confessions
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By Blaise Wehner4 years ago in Confessions
I Have a Journalism Degree but I'm Not A Journalist. Top Story - March 2022.
After getting my bachelor’s degree in journalism from a top university in Texas and attempting twice to get a master’s in journalism from two different schools, I have learned one important thing.
By Maggie Elizabeth 4 years ago in Confessions
Amir & Evelyn Sitting in a Pear Tree
Amir glanced at the clock once again. He had stopped the bad habit of pulling out the note but his nerves had ramped up. With only fifteen minutes left until the last bell, his meeting with Evelyn was getting closer and closer. It had only been three days and Amir was appalled that Luxuryville and Cauzmics Elementary were his real reality. Each moment he wished to awake from the nightmare and be back home with his mom in California. Even though Amir was clear that he had never had a dream last so long and seemed so real, Amir still held on to the idea. Amir had been unhappy to be at Cauzmics elementary he was a very observant young man and had already noticed quite a bit about Evelyn Grahm. Amir only liked one thing that he noticed about Evelyn thus far. Evelyn Grahm had a smile that could catch your eye from a mile away. It really wasn't the smile it was how her whole face smiled, with her mouth and teeth. Her cheeks, her eyes, and even her forehead would get involved for the ultimate smile. Other than that Amir was very unimpressed by Evelyn, the way she flew around chatting, joking, and being extra friendly with everyone seemed odd to Amir. All the students, the faculty, and even parents responded really positively to Evelyn but Amir could see through it all.
By Elijah Davis4 years ago in Confessions
an open letter to ernest hemingway... kind of
So, here is the story: When I was a sophomore in college, I was taking a class called Medieval British Literature. This class, to put it mildly, absolutely changed my life. Truly. I do not know how to accurately express how much taking this class moved me. How my life shifted forever. And I will always be grateful. It is one of the best classes I have ever taken, and I’d take it again in a heartbeat.
By Jordan Parkinson4 years ago in Confessions
you are still alive in me
We met in Class 11. We were the clinchers of our group. Whenever the entire class anticipated competition between us, here we were, seeing someone. Those 2 years we were enthusiastically hanging tight for each other each and every day. Arriving at school much before it begins and in a real sense wandering the city market together after the school. The sellers in the market were presently knowing us. At this point both our folks had some awareness of our relationship. She told herself and my sweet sister exploded my cover. I have never met her folks till today yet she has met mine on a few events. Once, she alongside her folks chanced upon my folks in that equivalent market. My folks are actually quite cordial. This occurrence will doubtlessly tell. My father drove me and her to our date place and got us in the evening (This was upon the arrival of our goodbye in class twelfth when we went out on the town after the school goodbye party) ( I didnt have a driving permit in those days)
By vaibhav sharma 4 years ago in Confessions
My Biggest Bully Was My Teacher
Before I start, I must explain that this teacher was not only my teacher in the first grade of elementary, but then also again in grade four. It was two of the worst years of my childhood and to this day I still have trouble with authority.
By S.A. Ozbourne4 years ago in Confessions
For the Love of Pete
For Pete’s sake! Whatever that means. Growing up in the “boondocks” as some call it or the “bush” in Alaska, we never used slang terminology. I remember someone calling our village the “bush”. What do you mean the bush? I thought we were called a village? People coming from out of town or “down states” as we call it, calling us the “bush” confuses me even up to this day. I remember watching shows in Austrailia and on the "tele," they would call a village; bush. Maybe that’s where it comes from, who knows.
By Ina Pavila4 years ago in Confessions
Refuse to be labeled!
February 17, 2022 Brisbane, Australia. Girls Boarding School. Year 12 class presentations. There’s that girl again, something quite alluring about her. Perhaps OCD, she always sits the fourth row back, furthest left. Hiding behind thick brown curls and green glasses. Leaning into her fisted hand. School’s barely been back a week and already slogged with a presentation piece. How this will aid our future I do not know or care. With the pandemic on the loose, the only preparation we can manage is keeping things unstructured.
By Len Lei4 years ago in Confessions
