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I LOST ON JEOPARDY!
I am not the only person that has reconsidered their bucket list in light of of a worldwide pandemic that has reordered the way we live and work. When the opportunity arises to check major boxes on that list, one should take it no matter how much fear of embarrassment or humiliation creeps into the brain. That is the reason that I was on Jeopardy! Or, more bluntly, that is the reason I Lost On Jeopardy!. I religiously watched the show with my dad as a kid and had watched every season since. Anyone who knows me knows that Alex Trebek was in my pantheon of Saints and Jeopardy is sacrosanct in my house. Being on the show was one of those childhood dreams that didn’t go away. But the kind that you keep wondering if it will actually ever happen. You see, it almost didn't happen because of my own fear.
By Herman Wilkins III5 years ago in Confessions
The Midnight Quesadilla
My apartment was a mess. Honestly, I could blame it on my depression if I really wanted to and, really, it is partly true. I get sucked into depressive episodes by getting overwhelmed from getting behind on chores because of my high anxiety induced ADHD. I did talk to a psychologist about it once and he told me to go outside and exercise. But when you get right down to it, I just couldn’t find the motivation to clean my apartment. I wanted to, but I didn’t know where to start.
By Loe B.5 years ago in Confessions
Just Plain Disaster
Dear readers, please be warned that this story may cause you secondhand embarrassment. You may find yourself awake at three in the morning, reflecting on why the forces of the universe allowed you to be such a disaster of a human being. Or maybe that’s just me. But please do consider this as my preface to the most cringe-worthy moment of my life. The moment was made worse by the fact that it occurred in front of famous people.
By Maegan White5 years ago in Confessions
Holy Shit!
I went to church all the time when I was growing up. My mother was a pastor, so my sisters and I didn’t have a choice, and when there were church retreats or missions trips, we were forced to attend. During the summer of my sophomore year, our church decided to spread the Gospel and help children in poverty in Washington D.C. Not much of a missions trip, since we lived in Northern Virginia and we were about 40 minutes away, but this time we didn’t have the funds to travel abroad.
By SocrateZ5 years ago in Confessions
When Staying the Course is Ill-Advised
About once a year, when the brisk air first sinks to eye level, and the Canadian geese flee the impending cold, I get the urgent desire to run. Donning my running gear, which I keep for this one occasion, I usually jog half a mile before I begin to feel the burden of my body in my knees, so I then run in two minute intervals, walking five minutes in between them. This way, I can satisfy my annual running quota without needing to spend several weeks in recovery.
By Lucy D5 years ago in Confessions
Twin Trip.
You know that feeling when your in a relationship with someone who is just so perfect for you, you like the same movies, foods, you make each other laugh, they even kinda look like you, all your friends like them, your the perfect couple in your friend group. Naturally you then move in together, get to know each other’s families, get a plant together, maybe even a puppy ( a practice kid really but you don’t actually ever say that because that would look needy and clingy, even though you both treat the dog like a child baby) Then you get to the level of showering together at first it’s sexy, then it’s clinical... now your watching each other pee and poop, by this stage you have automatically reached this very specific level of comfort where you just assume your going to be together forever and ever... and ever.
By Azizi Donnelly5 years ago in Confessions
The Power of a Little Red Fabric
When I was sixteen years old, I decided to play football. That doesn't sound all too riveting, I'm aware, considering millions of sixteen-year-olds play football every year in America. But the catch was that I was a sixteen year old girl. And I did do it—play, that is. When I turned seventeen, I became the varsity placekicker and was the only girl on the team, the only girl to play football in the school's history, and to my knowledge, the only girl to ever play in and score points in a New Jersey State championship football game.
By Abigail Lets5 years ago in Confessions
The Garden
The house was quiet. Too quiet, in fact. Like it had been for so many years since her husband had left her. The cat, rubbing against her legs, now offering the only companionship. Sometimes it was too much to bare, being reminded by the incessantly ticking clock above the kitchen sink of the moments to be spent in loneliness. But she endured, as she always had, by making her time in the garden out back.
By Brian M. Gelinas5 years ago in Confessions
