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Jaquita Burrell
“Diamond in the rough she tough” you know that saying but everybody doesn't want to be cut like one and baby do I have a story to tell. So trust me when I say been there and done that, lets not forget I'm only 21 with all this wisdom but we haven't gotten to the trials yet. I went to a elementary school where I met some of my worst enemies and close friends (only at heart though). I played the violin, I was in ballet class learned ballet, and every form of dancing there is. Here's where I found my calling though. I had art class everyday and believe it or not that's where my peace were. I found love and joy in doing art. I learned pottery, painting, almost everything dealing with the Arts. My school was called “School of the Arts.” We had a art show coming up and my art teacher advised me to work on some paintings that we wanted to display and in the art show and I just knew I had 3 to display and I worked really hard on them. The day of the art show, I set up the paintings and I was in the newspaper for displaying my Artwork. I wasn't there when they were being viewed but when I got back to school I was told my paintings where auctioned off. I was so excited someone actually recognize my work, I wasn't worried about the financial gain of the part. I was only 10 and just was excited someone seen and bought my things. Knowing that I made other people happy made me Happy and that's my comfort zone. Being in newspapers was even more of a bigger accomplishment for me. That was my first time being in the Newspapers and for MY artwork. Opportunities like those let me know it may was my first time but it wasn't going to be my last. I had a crew in elementary school, Kiki, Danna, Tina and I had a couple of other friends but those were my main three. They've all been to my house and met my family but we had different relationships with each other. Danna was my friend close to heart, we did family things together and come to find we were actual cousins, we shared a common family member but once we got to middle school she went a different route, I was sad but I was happy for her, she went to the school I wanted to be at. Danna and I friendship grew apart but I knew we would always be connected in some kind of way. Our story isn't finished yet though. Tina was a friend I did dirt things with, we use to be on the bus doing sexual things and we use to sneak to the library and do sexual things before we got on the bus. We had an actual play date at Danna house and we did some things there but never to be told of. Once we got to middle school Tina branched off with other friends. She put herself in a category to think she was better than the rest but only to turn out like the rest. Crazy huh. I don't speak to her anymore and don't plan to. I'm a leader not a follower. I wish her all the best though just not at my table. Then here's Kiki, no I didn't save the best for last. I saved the worst and she's most definitely not the last. Kiki and I were close, we hung out mostly on the outside together, we made up dances together and I remember this one time she came to my house and I wanted to kiss on her and Do sexual things, please don't forget we are still elementary school in this part but yes I wanted to do sexual things to Kiki but she really wasn't down at the time. Kiki and I got to middle school and became the worst enemies. I feel like she switched up and she envies me, which was true. We fought every year of middle school, guess what I won every time. You can't beat somebody with ill intentions. You went against me and I stayed true to our friebdship. I molly wopped her every year. 3 years of trying me. The last fight we got into was big, her big sister tried to jump in and I left with one side of my braids gone only because my hair got pulled. The fight was a fire for her to continue hating. Kiki isn't left out yet like Tina is. During middle school I became closer to one of my boy cousins Z. We became really close, I looked out for him and he looked out for me. We are always connected no matter how far apart we may seem. we stay spiritually connected. Enough of school. Let's talk about the things that happened outside of them females. I had this one hood friend in middle school who did hood things with. We was always in the hood, walking to the hood stores. I liked having her as a friend til she switched on me. Her and I came across a sexual encounter with each other. We kind of played with each other but once she invited other friends over I left. Those wasn't my friends and once I left I was the topic of the conversation. Do you know them “wannabe’s” got on social media, we had Facebook then, they posted bad things about me. The rumor was I was gay and tried all of them. I tried one person, that I thought was my friend. I never was close to the other girls and never tried to be. I left once they came and I asked myself how did I tried y'all. Moral of the story: Monkey see Monkey do. I'm leaving something out,I lost my virginity at 14 on my birthday. I was with someone who I don't mention til this day so we gone keep it like that. I was experienced for my age, I was around and seen a lot of things at the age of 14 and younger. I felt like I was forced to grow up fast but now I know it was all a plan. I have a lot of wisdom for my age and continuing this story you'll see and find out why. Skip to HighSchool. I'm not a virgin anymore I was 2 boys in so I was kind of experienced than most. I went to this high school that was I excited to attend because it was the school everyone talked about and went to. But none of my “friends” from middle school was there. I walked into high school alone. I rode the bus by myself, I literally walked every path alone physically And spiritually. My 9th grade year I met my best friend brother, who didn't know was gone be my best friend at the time, we had a Spanish class together. I was the only 9th grader in my Spanish class with upperclassmen. One day in Spanish class this man keep picking with me like he usually do but I was tired this day. I don't know why but I turned around and snapped on him this day and he poured a soda on me, I got up and flipped the desk and walked out. It was forget everybody in that school. I still laugh about to this day cause that's a memory I could never forget. So that high school was my first year but it wasn't my last. I left my 9th-grade year and went to a more advanced high school. At least I thought it was more advanced. I learned a lot. I met my first real boyfriend. But we're not gonna talk about him. He's not important not rn. Skip to my senior year, my lit year, 2017 taught me a lot. I graduated at 17, got pregnant at 17 for the first time and only time for the people in back who swear I had 1000 abortions with anybody, fought one of my close friends, met my best friend, met my enemy. Even though I got pregnant, that was a hard decision I had to make, something I didn't want to do, I didn't want to abort my child, but my mom forced that upon me. I let everyone tell their stories about me but now it's time to tell mine. 2017 was a eye opener for me, it showed me a lot but no wait I have more to tell, you think that's just the beginning. Wait til you hear the end. I will be the only one telling my story this time.
By Jaquita Burrell5 years ago in Confessions
One moment in time can last a lifetime
A few days ago as I was driving through town my youngest son who was riding with me told my oldest grandson who was in the back a fond memory. He shared with him how there used to be a yearly fair in the parking lot of the local civic center. My husband and I had taken the children every year until they got older. When they became teens they would walk to the fair with their friends.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Confessions
Exciting First Date and Disastrous First Impression
Let me just start off by saying, I am a huge klutz. And unfortunately, more common than not, it comes in the form of injuring myself seemingly out of nowhere. Whether it's tripping, falling, dropping my phone on my face as I'm laying in bed, or in this case like I have quite a few times prior, running into things.
By Olivia Dell5 years ago in Confessions
A Love Letter to My Worst Heartbreak; You.. Top Story - April 2021.
12/21/16 You. There was always something about you. I had never been able to read people like I could read you. And no one was ever able to read me as easily as you do. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I don’t know, something clicked. I remember it all so vividly. I remember your smile. The shine in your eyes. That was about a year ago, huh? And now I feel that the roles have reversed. Now it’s me who is star struck by you, who wants to get to know more about you, who talks about you at home. Now you’re the cute girl. The amazing girl. I don’t know why I decided to write this, I feel it was the easiest way to express myself without stumbling or getting emotional. Truth be told, I never imagined myself here with you. I never really thought I would fall for you. And it never occurred to me that you would be such an important part of my life. I never imagined I would tell you secrets about myself, or that I would allow you to find secrets about myself I didn’t even know about. I was always very shut off from everyone. But with you I can’t help it. I don’t want to feel what I do for you, yet I do. I honestly don’t know what I want anymore. I think I should distance myself, but I also don’t think I can, and I don’t want you to. I want us to be close and just continue getting closer. But, I’m sitting here thinking, what am I really supposed to do? You are helping me realize I deserve to be loved and put first. And god I want that so badly. I want one day to be with someone I love, who loves me too, who looks at me like I am the best thing to ever happen to them. I want someone to look at me as if I am it. I want someone to look at me like I look at you, forgetting that there is a whole world. I don’t know why we are doing this. I don’t know why you were this significant to me, and why I fell for you. But I did, and I am not minding at all. But like you said, at the end of the day, no matter what, I am the one who is going to get hurt… Nothing will ever make me look at you badly, or change the fact you are my best friend. Nothing will ever damage who you are to me or the role you had in my life.
By Monica Carneiro5 years ago in Confessions
Little Black Rambo
Our early memories are often defined by a quirky combination of vagueness and distinction. We remember the crux of a context, the emotions that were elicited, but seldom do we recall every specific detail — perhaps because the feelings and the gist is just enough!
By Oscar Richard5 years ago in Confessions
Fat Thumbs
I couldn’t really believe what I was seeing.. my friend ignored me ... and worse. I seriously might as well have not have existed any more. We hadn’t had any disagreements .. but they were drinking themselves into oblivion for one thing, I was looking at them with fresh eyes, sceptical eyes.. and this was all happening at a point where we would probably never meet again well more accurately, rarely do so... it was therefore so so important to leave things well, and with gratitude. Because it had been a really sweet friendship.
By Gillian Lesley Scott5 years ago in Confessions
Nacho Ordinary Bar
Picture if you will: Los Angeles, late Spring 1999. Encino, to be exact. Ann, a college senior is on her own in the City of Angels, having just completed the Directors Guild of America Trainee Exam. She's nervous and alone. She doesn't want to go out by herself, because she's a small town girl and completely out of her element. She reaches out to some sorority sisters in the area, but they are busy. One volunteers her boyfriend, Jeff, to take her to dinner.
By Candice Cain5 years ago in Confessions
A Hike, Some Cheese, and a bottle of Merlot
The drive up from San Jose was very long. We didn’t have a lot to say. Well, I didn’t, anyway. I think he’s been trying to give me time. Time to hang myself because I am a big liar. Then, it started to rain, which was fabulous because I didn’t bring a coat. What am I doing? He’s not my type, I tell myself. Another lie. But none of this is much help now that we are on our way to Napa to check out a winery he thought I would love.
By Bella Cooper5 years ago in Confessions
Silent But Deadlier
Let’s begin by explaining that this is definitely not a fable in any sort of way. This is a story that I hold close to my chest and only a minute amount of close friends, that I consider family, know of said story.The only reason is because they were there on that dreadful, Saturday night. I have changed the name of my closest friend in this story, which to this day, I call, ‘my brother from another mother’. Let’s call him, ‘Curly’, for legal and social purposes, shall we? I must also mention that after growing up with the Three Stooges, I had always wished that my mother had named me, ‘Curly’, legally. This was well until I was deep into my twenties. Call me ‘crazy’, but this too is 100% true and ‘screw you’, if you think any of this to be a lie, LOL ! Ok, here is how the freakin’ story goes....... ‘Curly’ owned a small percentage of a huge bar and restaurant, that I frequently patronized. Suitably, let’s call it, ‘Moe’s Place’ for all of the other ‘die-hard’ fans of the lovable Stooges like myself. This place was a bar that on certain Saturday nights, I would actually ride my motorcycle directly into, revving my engine. Now, this was a rare spectacle only utilized when extremely large amounts of tequila and beer were consumed before arrival? But, gosh damn, did I love it and the ‘newbies’ to the establishment had a kool story to tell about their night at ‘Moe’s Place’! Another known and much pleasurable fact was that this bar possessed a ‘topless’ only strip-club. It was separately attached to the back end of ‘Moe’s Place’, as well as above the bar, with a completely separate entrance. Now, Curly and I were known by every patron as, ‘The life of the party’, and as drinking goes, by all and every means, we absolutely were. I must also indulged that we were not young men in our early ‘twenties’, but childish fellows in our early ‘forties’. (I was a ‘late bloomer’, so freakin’ sue me if you can’t relate to trying to play a little ‘catch up’ in life?) When it comes to enjoying what life we have here on earth, I feel deeply that age should not matter, but only the good times with friends and family should. Trying to out drink younger guys and making people laugh was Curly’s and my passion. We lived by an ‘unwritten’ Marine Corps motto that ‘tomorrow is never promised, so drink up every ounce of goodness of life, today’! (Our wives at the time would sometimes argue that our motto should not be taken ‘literally’, but knew that we were ‘ happy drunks’, not ‘cheaters’ and would allow us blow off some steam from time to time.) This night of the story was birthday night for Curly and I promised him and others, that I would be the funniest and most fun guy at this birthday party. We were known for trying to out do one another to make people laugh and forget their ‘woes in life’. Tonight had to be ‘epic’ in every sense of the word! The only thing was that, I had the reminance of a slight ‘stomach virus’ brewing, but I would not let the advice of my caring wife and ill stomach stop my attempts of greatness this night. As the night flowed of tequila, whiskey and beer, my stomach ‘brewed of deceit’. But, how can I, in good conscious, listen to it’s lies..... I could not, I wouldn’t! I would still try to achieve the title of, ‘King of the funny men’, and nothing must stand in my way, even as a bubbling was a brewing. Later, after three hours of drinking, Curly suggested a couple of drinking hours in the VIP section of the strip club, just before everyone took cabs to their homes and wives. ‘Excellent idea’, I thought to myself...’Most excellent idea, sir. Lead the way and I shall follow’! I had two hundred more dollars just screaming to exit my pockets! Arriving at the entrance of the club, with a loving entourage of Marines ready to have fun, we were greeted like kings. “Right this way fellas”, “good to see you again tonight” and “your usual table in VIP is free tonight for Curly’s birthday”. These words rang out from the every member of the caring staff. “If there is anything you guys need, do not hesitate to ask”. We all nodded politely and were ushered in. Here, the antics began to appear as funny man after funny man did something to make the staff and other Marines laugh. Not one man was being rude to staff or ackward in any way. We were all like family in this establishment, even including the staff. Every one knew each other by first name and everyone knew each other for years. Curly even asked some dancers politely to handsomely pay them for allowing him to dance for them as they sat down and drank. The ladies laughed and enjoyed ever moment of getting paid to drink champagne and receive a lap dance or two from an slightly overweight, old Marine . “Well played, Curly”, I thought to myself. “You may very well win, ‘Funny man of the night’, tonight”? How can I top this antic? Is there any way possible? Then, the tequila said to me, “You can do this, you can top him, Marine”!!!! Just then, not thinking clearly, I said to myself..... ‘a silent, but deadly’ fart would do the trick. It had worked before and it would be a ‘show stopper’. Oh.....but, I was sooooooo wrong! As I let one go, my inebriated self forgot about my wife’s sound advice. I forgot that she was a highly educated nurse that was trained to understand the beginnings and ends of a stomach virus. But, in that precise moment of farting, I surprisingly realized that I had a terrible stomach virus and I just made a dreadful mistake! I had just pooped myself and did not know what to do and where to turn next? As I sat hopelessly in the corner of the booth, and Marine after Marine and dancer after dancer faces begin to grasp the ‘Stench of death’ in the air, everyone laughed and said, ‘O.....k....who in the hell let one rip’??? Dancer after dancer began to leave disgusted as nauseousness ran rampant. The frolicking atmosphere of jubilee abruptly stopped. My ‘plans of greatness’ have indeed gone awry. Curly stood up, grabbed a bottle of champagne and said that he had an admission that he wanted to relay. The toast went like this...” I just want to tell you fellas that you have made this night one of the greatest of my life!” I could only nervously giggle and order a last round of drinks before I could plan my sh#tty escape. Curly, continued with his toast.... “I also wanna say that the ‘sh#t has literally hit the fan, fellas. I had been feeling sick today, but had to celebrate with my closest pals. Can someone just close the tab for me so we can head home, please?” As everyone left, Curly could see in my eyes how embarrassed I was and handed me a extra shirt to tie around my waste. Curly said to me smiling, “The stomach virus that you have now, I had last week. I tried to do the exact thing you did Monday at the bar. One of the waiters saved my ass literally LOL. So, know I am saving yours, brother.” I thanked him as he said to me, as we exited the club hurriedly, “Hopefully, bro, you don’t have to ‘play it forward’ next week?”😂
By Tyronn Rahda Monroe5 years ago in Confessions
Drunken Interview
We were in the middle of a global pandemic and of course I was stuck looking for a new job. But between you and I, I kind of liked the “new” way of things. I actually enjoyed covering my face with a mask. I always hated my bone structure and lips, and my eyes were one of my favorite features about myself. Now I could flaunt it and I loved it. Anyways, like I said, I was stuck looking for a new job and the mayor of Ohio was telling me I should only leave my house for essential items. That’s when I learned how crucial the internet really is to our society. I could buy wine online without the old lady yelling at me at the grocery store telling me it’s nonessential. You’re probably thinking, we are in the middle of a global pandemic, why is wine the first thing on your mind. Just bear with me and try to hear me out. I have terrible social anxiety and this pandemic has kind of helped me in a way. When I was looking for a new job, I was told we could do interviews on a zoom call. Now, don’t judge me, but the first thought that came through my mind was I could have a few glasses of wine before the interview and they would never know! It was never my intent to drink the whole bottle of Merlot, but I got nervous and the glasses seemed to go down almost too smooth. I logged onto the interview to find out it was an open interview and there was about ten other people on this call with me and if I wasn’t almost to the point of being drunk, I would have closed my computer so fast when I saw how intelligent the other people looked compared to me who was pretending to not be drunk.
By Lindsey Hultman5 years ago in Confessions
