Embarrassment
🎵The Wheels and My Butt Go Round and Round🎵
February 10, 2015 at the University of Massachusetts, Lowell. A day that will live rent free in my mind for the rest of my life. At that time, I lived rather predictable days. They consisted of class, dining hall, class, dining hall, homework, dining hall, you get the picture. This college campus was unique, and in order to get to classes we had to take a bus to go between the dorms and classes.
By Kamiren Humphrey5 years ago in Confessions
Where were period panties when I needed them?
We may have all come across a commercial on facebook or other social media networks where they talk about period panties. Some are geared towards women who may not have access to feminine hygiene products. This I believe is one of the greatest inventions and I wish I knew about it sooner. I love the slogan by Thinx which states “ because every person with a period deserves peace of mind.”
By Ali SP5 years ago in Confessions
How Can Someone with an Aversion to Cold Winters Survive All Our Weather Seasons?
By escaping, whenever possible like Houdini to warm climates during the peak winter months --- survival is possible! Brayden and his wife Brianne vacationed with us as couples (during the winter months) to Honolulu for several weeks each year to escape the cold inclement weather. We pursued this annual tradition for almost a decade until his wife passed away.
By Anthony Chan5 years ago in Confessions
It Was All Downhill From There....
Imagine, if you can, it’s 1969. I’m a physically and emotionally, perky young girl of nineteen. I’ve just been invited by my best girlfriend and her older sister, to go skiing! Oh, yea! I’m between boyfriends, so bored, lonely and again, nineteen…
By DeEtta Miller5 years ago in Confessions
What are You Doing Under There?
As long as I can remember, I’ve hated wearing undergarments. I don’t like getting wrapped up in pajamas either. Come to think of it, I should probably live in a nudist community. No, my loving friends and family, I won’t seriously entertain that notion.
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Confessions
A Snippet of Shame
In my experience, being alive is just creating a catalog of ill-timed, misconstrued incidents, one for you to look back on when your mind is feeling unoccupied, or you're just feeling a little too happy. I'd even go as far as to say they're one of the strongest enforcers of this existence of mine.
By Sophia Boian5 years ago in Confessions
NEVER AGAIN
Who likes to talk about, let alone share cringeworthy embarrassing stories? I don’t know about anyone else, but can we say P.T.S.D. O.M.G. I mean, it’s hard enough trying to forget. However, these stories make the most interesting, and possibly laughable tales to share with others later on.
By Beautiful Intelligence5 years ago in Confessions
My first embarrassing moment
First embarrassing moment: In my elementary school, we often have to yell our grades on homework and quizzes outloud for the teacher to record in her book. I had trouble, especially with the numbers in the 90's. I was a smart student and hated getting A's and B's because I stuttered on those scores. One day, my teacher got tired of my quiet voice, not knowing that I was trying to hide my stuttering. She told her T.A. to go outside and listen for a number that I would yell! Yes, the entire class was watching. The teacher told me a number and I said it as loud as I could. The teacher orders the T.A. to come in. "What did you hear?" "23?" says the T.A. "Go back outside." The T.A. goes outside and the teacher turns to me and says, "She probably heard me say that one." Oh! The hurt! Oh the pain! Yes, this goes on with the teacher whispering numbers to me for me to yell out! For once I was smarter than the teacher knowing it was all futile and just a time of humility in front of the class! She was trying to break me out of my shell but really she can't accept the fact that not all people can be loud-talkers.
By Jaramie Kinsey5 years ago in Confessions
The Long Wait
I’d like to think I gave this man a fond memory, something he talks about even to this day. I might even be right. This is probably a story he shared with friends and family for years. I imagine him at a family barbeque, telling the story, only to be met with groans of “Not again!” Or perhaps it’s the other way around. Maybe every family reunion he’s asked to tell the story about the lady in the pharmacy so a new crop of teens could hear and wish that maybe someday it would happen to them.
By Mayra Martinez5 years ago in Confessions
The Audition
The year was 2016 and I was a small town girl in New York with hopes of being a star. I was quickly closing out my sixth year in the city with very moderate success. Moderate might be the wrong word. I had been hired three times to speak. Every other role I’d ever taken either didn’t pay or had me stuck somewhere in the background for “background” or “atmosphere.”
By Diana R. Jones5 years ago in Confessions
