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Basketball MVP
It was a late weekday evening at the gym of a small East Texas middle school where I was attending as a 6th grader. Many adults and children had gathered from in town and out to watch their friends and family members compete against the opposing team in a basketball game, whether it be for the away team or home team. I, of course was on the home team. You see, I wasn’t particularly the MVP of the basketball team of my middle school, or even was on the starting team. I was a backup, and I was a spectator more than a player on gameday.
By PL Bell5 years ago in Confessions
"Twas Ten Days Before Halloween
The 31st, The Big Worldly Festival, was right around the corner, as the saying goes. "It's taking too long the children whined, while they played in the park. They were all so anxious and chatty, that the parents weren't able to keep them indoors today. The anticipation of dressing up in their long-awaited enchanted gowns and their spooky ghoulish costumes, along with the joy of scaring others or to be scared, while searching for doors at sundown, can be exhilarating, I remembered. Then all of a sudden, I too was becoming excited, that the 10 more days seemed like an eternity to me also. How embarrassing, I whispered, to myself.
By Michelle Francois5 years ago in Confessions
In Visibility
On the day that I had been admitted to the hospital because my doctor said I was at risk for having an imminent heart attack, I looked fine. In fact, I even felt fine too. Better than fine, actually. Just that morning my boss had announced at a department meeting that I saved our institution approximately 15 weeks worth of labor in about 15 minutes. All in all, I was actually having a pretty good day, and I was feeling pretty good about myself too. Of course, that all changed when my doctor asked if I had someone to drive me to the emergency room, or if she should call an ambulance for me after a routine appointment.
By Rayne 5 years ago in Confessions
Lost & Found
Ah, remember those carefree days of your twenties? The times when hangovers didn’t seem to hurt, all clothes looked good on you and carbs were one’s friends? Perhaps you are still in your twenties, in which case, this story will be shared wisdom from an elder millennial. If you are in the 80’s kids club with me, you know that life happens. Let us be transferred to the beautiful pre-pandemic life, where unsolicited grinding, yelling into people’s faces at a crowded bar and dancing until feet gave in was known as just another Friday night. At the time when all of this happened, I lived in a quaint North London duplex with three roommates. Housemates, as they say in England. We were a fun bunch that occasionally hung out together. It was a cold January weekend in Angel. I had a friend visiting from out of town. A friend who was still undefined as whether they’d turn into a lifelong buddy or someone, I ended up dating. Ted and I had known one another for a while and my roommate Maddie seemed to get along with him just fine. As good youngsters, living their best lives in London would, we decided it was the night we’d hit the local little jazz bar nearby our place. Plan set and in motion, we were strutting towards the watering hole filled with glee.
By Helen Tootsi5 years ago in Confessions
At Least I Got A Signed Book
As someone who grew up in the South, I had never really become accustomed to having celebrity encounters (except for that one time I saw Forest Whitaker at the airport...in New Jersey and not the South). Because of this, when my family and I moved to New Jersey, I felt like I was living in a new world filled with excitement and opportunities. I had visited almost every summer before then to see family, but being able to actually stay there for an indefinite amount of time ignited a new kind of happiness within me.
By Taylor Moreau5 years ago in Confessions
Don't cry over spilled milk... or Canadian boys
So, you want to know my most cringe worthy, palms sweaty, irrevocably unforgettable embarrassing moments, eh? Well let me tell you right off jump, I have a lot of them. In fact, my entire life has seemingly been one embarrassing story after another.
By Kahsia Solaire5 years ago in Confessions
Sink or Sing
Last, year, I thought I was going to have the time of my life on my birthday, December 1st because it was also the night of our annual work Christmas party. If someone had told me that it would be the most embarrassing day of my life, I would not have gone to the party and cancelled my birthday that year.
By Prarthana Chandran5 years ago in Confessions
The Koi Pond Incident
Choosing the most embarrassing moment to write about is like trying to guess how many grains of sand are on a beach. Or which pair of Nikes are my favorite. Or which anime OP song I’d want played at my funeral. The more I think about it, the more my answer changes. Embarrassing, regretful moments outline the story that is my life. As condescending and sad as it sounds, I think I have more of these moments than I do accomplishments. I’m cool with the person I am right now for the most part, and I can honestly say I’m trying to improve myself. Therefore, writing this isn’t a painful upchuck of memory but more of a cathartic flashback. Like I said though, there are alot of options to write about -- so I decided on the earliest one I could remember.
By Arman 5 years ago in Confessions
The Time I Fumigated A Hospital
As one of seven children, I developed a refined ability to divert blame. When someone spilled a bowl of cereal (milk and all) and left it puddling on the kitchen floor, my little sister did it. When I forgot to flush after a leisurely No. 2 in my kindergarten’s single toilet bathroom, I blamed the act on a ghost. In my 9th grade algebra class, while sitting in the second to last row, I cautiously attempted to release a toot I was certain would pass silently. Nope. But did I hold myself accountable? Absolutely not. With a thunderous clap, my expulsion ricocheted off of the plastic chair like a hellacious baseball, startling the otherwise soundless class. This fart was (obviously) not the variety you could blame on the chair; nothing could have made that noise apart from a human anus. As the entire class looked back, row by row, like human-sized dominoes, I followed suit and looked back with them. Daniel, the unfortunate soul occupying the very last seat, had no one to look back to. He inevitably took the fall for my acoustic mishap.
By Blake Blossoms5 years ago in Confessions
High School Boy Toy
This is a story about the first boy I slept with. I was quite young and pretty irrational. Never took time to think things through. In grade 11, I had grown fond of a student in my high school. We were in the same grade but didn’t have any classes together. I would see him after school in the gym where I played competitive badminton. He had some friends who were on the team, so he made the habit of hanging around and play with us once in a while.
By SauceButter5 years ago in Confessions
