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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
Taking a Tumble
I’m a very clumsy person. I’ve fallen backwards off a couch (how does that even happen?), I’ve faceplanted while bowling (caught on video too, lucky me!) and I’m queen of that awkward dance that happens when you pass a stranger on the street. My clumsiest moment to date, however, happened in college.
By Soomimuu5 years ago in Confessions
Facts Or Fantasy
As I into enter this new phase of life,my so called golden years; I feel a sense of loss. Gone are the days of my youth and the adventure filled evenings I spent in search of myself. I know who I am now and what I want. The trouble with knowing is that I am now less tolerant of certain things, so as a result there are not many surprises left and it reduces the overall number of potential mates. At least, that's how I see things from my perspective. I'm willing to admit that I may just be wrong and welcome any useful input on the subject, but first allow me to clarify something. I have known the burning touch of true passion and the soul wrenching loss of true love, and that's part of the problem. I believe that having experienced these things has caused me to disregard anything or anyone that does not and cannot ever measure up to these heights of expectations. I fully realize and admit that this is far from fair to any other man on the planet, but it also leaves me disadvantaged and very likely to spend the rest of my life alone and/or entertaining one lost cause after another. Having clarified this point now it seems a good time to add a little twist to things now, you see the universe has decided to grant me some semblance of happiness despite my dilemma and impossible standards, but it does not come without cost and the price is not mine alone to pay. I thought it impossible to ever meet another human that I would connect with so totally and so easily. It was instant and so unexpected that it felt like waking from a 20 year slumber, sort of felt like coming home after a long exhausting journey and it felt good to have that connection again. As time went on the friendship feelings grew into other desires and yet neither of us really pushed the issue, both for our own reasons and we both knew of the others hesitation to cross that line. Just as things usually go in these matters, the line was crossed and crossed again, it was like the heavens opened and swept me up in rolling waves of ecstasy as golden rays of warm sunlight bathed my body in an endless downpour of heat and ending in an explosion of a zillion little starbursts.
By Shirley Gutierrez 5 years ago in Confessions
Youngest Doll
I grew up with four siblings, two boys, and two girls, me being the youngest. Believe me, when I say, I had a lot of experience with them since at the age of 7 (that's the only age I started to remember everything), whether it be happy times or the unforgettable pranks that will always be brought up in family gatherings despite 28 years had passed and it's humiliating me.
By PILI5 years ago in Confessions
Flirting 101
Embarrassing moments, I have had quite a few. The moments where you are frozen in time, wondering who exactly caught this horrifying incident in your life. I’ve done it all. Tripped and fallen flat on my face with a crowd of strangers watching. Flashed my almost bare bum walking into Walmart one windy day, thanks to the great idea of wearing my favorite skirt and my pretty black thong. All of which, while embarrassing, are incidents which happen to us all. They are moments we can laugh and walk away from, well eventually. More importantly we can learn from them and hopefully not repeat them in the future. When we are running down a long flight of stairs, we hold the railing for dear life. When wearing our best flowy skirt, we do not wear a thong. In fact, since that day, I don’t believe I have ever worn another thong. Easy enough right? Then there are the mistakes, the big regrets, that are not so easy to fix. The ones that live in your brain and pop up every so often and make us hang our heads with a little shame. For me these are the incidents when my brain and my mouth do not match up. When whatever it is that connects the two decides to have a little vacation and leaves me wide eyed, trying to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor.
By Carolyn Deir5 years ago in Confessions
Regrets? Not This Time
There was alcohol involved and women, no other force found in nature can cause more calamity, ridiculousness or regret in a young man’s life than those two things combined. I was young then, before the age of cell phones, so I am at least spared being memorialised across the internet. I have nothing more to face than the images that pass before my eyes late at night when my mind filled with memory, plays itself in reverse like an old projector.
By John McLeish5 years ago in Confessions
Gang, Rent A Prostitute
My mom taught at my middle school. She taught 6th grade science and math classes and was always making sure I was on my best behavior. If I got in trouble for something, nobody knew about it because she would be contacted directly, immediately and discreetly. This naturally lead to my being sneaky and underhanded as a child and throughout my adolescence. I would try to find ways to cut classes or finesse free concessions at sporting events. I wasn’t very athletic myself at this point in my life so I had to find other avenues to make friends as well. My friends were hard to keep because my mom was a teacher and nobody wants to feel like they’re forever being chaperoned, especially during this time of self discovery and bad decisions that is middle school. I was in the national junior beta club, honors society, student council, show choir and gospel choir while I was in middle school, and from an outside perspective I was a model student. I copied my homework from hispanic students who didn’t get enough credit. My friends stole things and just didn’t do homework altogether. Things were really simple and easy enough to work through, all the while life was still interesting enough to keep me entertained.
By J.D. Stark5 years ago in Confessions
Train mishap
Whilst as a junior office worker in the City of London, one of our salesmen won a very big deal - so big that he took the whole company out to the pub one afternoon. We were drinking, and I was sent to the bar multiple times to get more beer. The bar was selling the beer in jugs, and as it took a while to fill each jug with Fosters, I asked for a sneaky pint to be able to drink at the bar (as quickly as I could), whilst waiting. I then carried 4 jugs back to the table, often to have them immediately emptied, and then I had to return to the bar again to get more. Again, as I was young - and free beer is free beer - I sculled down another pint of Fosters as a reward for my waiter duties. The afternoon became evening, and I was then told that people were drinking straight from the jugs, and that I needed to up the pace of delivery. The barman then told me that the bar tab was now over 1000 pounds - which to me was around a month's salary. I then went to tell the celebrating salesman, ushering him to me as I thought this was a private conversation to be had. He put his arm around me (he was a big and sweaty gentleman in a waistcoat), and told me that his commission for the deal was 100,000 pounds, and that he was happy to let it go to 3000. So, I was excited at more free beer, and then switched to drinking a jug whilst I waited for the other jugs to be filled. As the evening wore on, I eventually had enough time to stand with the rest of the staff for a few moments, and was laughing at their stories.
By Christian Wickham5 years ago in Confessions
My Melancholy Mother's Days
I love being a mom, but I hate Mother's Day. There are plenty of reasons for someone to dislike a holiday like this one: the loss of a mother or mother figure, having never grown up with one, being disowned by your own, and so on. My reasons are both common and complex, and it started on my first Mother's Day. It's as if the first one set the tone for every single one after that, and I've never managed to escape it.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Confessions
The Things I'll Do for Money
I'm going to start this story off by making it clear that I am a college graduate. Now, anyone who has been a college student knows that there are plenty of times throughout college where money is tight. A job becomes a must, or some other way to make a buck here or there. Now, for someone who has reasonable anxiety when it comes to putting myself out there, there isn't much I wouldn't have done in college to make a quick dollar.
By Cody Dunnington5 years ago in Confessions
