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3 Powerful Lessons from Mother Nature
When I was studying for a business degree at University I had to take a Statistics course. During that first semester I failed epically. This was especially embarrassing because my father was a highly respected educator. I should have been the star student, but I wasn't. Shame-faced, I decided to speak with my father and tell him just how bad things were.
By Rejoice Denhere5 years ago in Confessions
Retention Lesson at The Swain School
Retention Lesson at The Swain School Scott Jarrett Back in about 1959, when I was seven years old, I loved getting to Swain Country Day School in Allentown, Pennsylvania before my classes started. There was a nice playground in the back of the school with a swing set. The same swing set where the year before I had dared my brother Grant to let go of the chains when he was at his highest swing. He let go, flew off the swing, and landed flat on his back, completely winded. I felt really bad about that, but mostly because I couldn’t stop laughing, although I still feel terrible about it. The playground was a nice warm-up to a school day, to which I always looked forward.
By Scott Jarrett5 years ago in Confessions
Not The Right Guy
This might not seem like a super embarrassing thing. After all, we have all fallen in love with the wrong person before haven't we. I know that before this guy, I have certainly fallen for the wrong people, but every time I think about this guy I want to crawl into a hole and never come out.
By Kacey Lovesick5 years ago in Confessions
The Fart Story
One would think after thirteen years, an embarrassing moment would simply fade away from the conscious mind into obscurity. But that’s just not how the human mind works – in fact, on a random day, you could be hit with a sudden wave of cringe. The feeling of wanting to hide under a rock and disappear from the face of the Earth. My experience left a scar for life etched in my brain. I have never told a single soul, nobody, I mean nobody knows, its top secret. Just the fact that I am talking about it now is almost inducing an anxiety attack. All these emotions are rushing to the surface now, but it’s time to tell my story because, I mean, why not? So here it goes. It’s time to tell the world the fart story… I low-key hope no one reads this, fingers crossed.
By Brenda Tello5 years ago in Confessions
Sliding Doors
My face blazed with humiliation. I could feel the heat smoldering from underneath my crimson cheeks. My eyes were focused on the sliding doors. I watched with distress as they opened, then tried to close, then opened again. They were clearly confused as half my body was on the sensor prompting them to do their job. I tried to untangle the mess I was in, all the while focusing on the perplexed doors. The smell of hot concrete and bubble gum filled my senses as I noticed a wad of chewed up Hubba Bubba uncomfortably close to my cheek. My eyes, frantic and confused, glanced around at all my personal belongings; once tucked safely in my bag, now scattered amongst the dirt and asphalt. I could see the shoes of bystanders as they walked around me. I am sure a multitude of thoughts were running amuck as they stared down at the embarrassing mess displayed at their feet. Embarrassment was an understatement. The only thing I could think as I felt their eyes burning a hole into the back of my head was “Please! For the love of all that is holy…do not acknowledge my existence!”
By LeAnn Andrews5 years ago in Confessions
Brand New Day
Dawn had begun to break as the boat started to disappear over the horizon, engulfed in the bright flames that would come to symbolize my freedom. With every passing moment the weight that had been pressing against my chest lifted a little more, until I was able to take a deep cleansing breath – a feeling that had become foreign to me. Finally, my nightmare was over.
By Danielle Braitman5 years ago in Confessions
The Fishbowl Moment
Have you ever noticed how most children’s sections in libraries are like a fishbowl? Plenty of glass for you to see the rest of the library and for the rest of the library to see you. Well my most embarrassing moment happened in said fishbowl.
By Abigail Hult5 years ago in Confessions
To the Young Woman Whose Ass I Drunkenly Smacked
To the young woman whose ass I drunkenly smacked on the people-mover at Universal four years ago: I’m so, so sorry. It was my birthday weekend and I had spent the night at Rising Star in City Walk singing karaoke with my husband and a few friends. To say I was drunk is an understatement – I barely remember our interaction that night. What I do remember, however, is extremely cringeworthy.
By Stephanie Nielsen5 years ago in Confessions
The day I was the laughing stock in gym class
This particular challenge is bringing back cringe-worthy memories that I had not thought about in decades. Today I am sharing 3 incidents related to PE class where I ended up the goat. The first one was during 4th grade when the class went outside to play kickball. I had never played this game before and if the rules were given to the class I guess I was not paying attention. We were on a field and somehow it was my turn to kick the ball. I kicked at the ball and my foot missed. I felt like Charlie Brown when Lucy pulled the football out from under him.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Confessions
From Skin to Skin
What do you say to yourself being raised in white America as a fourteen-year-old black boy? What do you tell yourself when the media depicts white as beautiful and shows little to no concern for anyone else? What does that do to a child psychologically? It makes them feel like they were birthed in the wrong bodysuit, gazing into the mirror, seeing their melanin as the culprit, like there was a pigmentation mistake in the baby-making department, and they got swapped out for another. That is how I felt at the time. It got to a depressing point where I scoured the web, soul-searching YouTube videos of how to change skin colors and appear more white. The video response was a black man applying an excessive amount of baby powder on his face as a parody. Now, even though the video came off as satire, at the time, I was unnerved because clearly, I was facing psychological issues that took root in my childhood. From wanting my name changed to wishing to be somebody else entirely seemed very off-putting, especially as an eight or nine-year-old. I would not know how to respond if my child asked, "Why am I made like this?" and, "Why am I so ugly," especially if you heard the word beautiful and immediately associated it with your white counterparts.
By Masibat Zadah5 years ago in Confessions
