Humanity
HOLDING ON TO A DOLLAR
I ENDED UP OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL because I was pregnant, married to the boy that got me pregnant, and no longer allowed to mix with the other students as a state law regulation. New to the neighborhood, I was coached to go over to a neighbor's house and introduce myself and stay there chatting for an hour. I could return home... one house from where I lived with the close of an hour's time. I returned early... raped and whining about the experience. I married that rapist as a result of no longer bearing the option to be a "virgin bride" as required by all morality and religion. The aftermath of that introduction to life in the real world has been a race to escape public welfare. Married and raising the first of two children, I applied to a college matriculated enrollment plan and began studies with BASIC COMPUTER LANGUAGES - 3 credit hours, ENGLISH COMPOSITION - 3 credit hours, and ENGLISH LITERATURE - 3 credit hours. The total limit for pre highschool transcript attendance in any college or university. I was already behind despite my "picket fence mentality" at the onset of life. I was teased by the computer instructor about my flowchart assignment subject matter as presented to him. Its focus was similar to the ladder of life applied to hexagram, rectangle, and squares with connecting lines to follow. He was amused by his 16-year-old enlistee to college. I finished high school through the GED program later on and went full force into college studies as family life, transportation, and later... as my jobs... and I have had many, including military, allowed.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions Of A 40-Year-Old Tomboy. Top Story - March 2022.
I’m not girly enough. I have always veered toward all things prescribed as male activities. As a child, I loved Lincoln Logs, Matchbox cars, and action figures. I played video games. I wanted to be an archeologist and travel the world digging up dinosaur bones and discovering lost civilizations. I raced with the boys in the neighborhood, easily outrunning them with my long legs. I enjoyed watching football and hockey, often lamenting the fact that when the boys played those sports, I couldn’t play along. They feared I’d get hurt, but I didn’t care. The scars didn’t bother me. Scars were the evidence of a good time, a game well played.
By That Writer Chick4 years ago in Confessions
Between transportation and creativity
And a philosopher who has a point of view in every matter...? I think that the negative answer is not correct.. and if someone replied that Socrates had announced this more than a thousand years ago and made it clear to people that he is ignorant and all he knows is that he does not know anything, then that is a claim he did not believe in in fact, rather it is a method he invented to communicate with His citizens and their education, and to show them the contradiction in their thinking and sayings, and pushed them to adopt other opinions in which they did not believe, as for himself, he was aware that he knew.
By Zernouh.abdo4 years ago in Confessions
Rolly Polly, Broken
As of 19 years of age, i have a job at my parents dairy farm with the herd we are milking at the moment a total of 208 cows, so on the farm i often use a quad bike to get home and out on the farm i use it everyday. So this story is about a quad bike and how it flipped and rolled down a hill.
By finntasha burgess4 years ago in Confessions
Step One: Try
I should start this off saying that I really don’t have a plan or structured instructions on how I want to contribute to this cause. This entry will double as a scientific experiment to help me realize this theory that I am adequate to succeed in whatever I wish to take a shot at. I hope this hypotenuse keeps getting its support too because if it does that would mean I would have my guideline to the 2022 kindness DIY and have some kind of documented and physical tool I can use when it comes to being this to fruition. The most important thing and also hardest for me is to begin. I’m so afraid of failure that I’ve hindered my potential to leave an impact by not giving myself the chance to fail. I found myself only participating in things where I had already done immense homework and scenario trials in my mind so I would avoid any feelings of disappointment or inferiority. All I know is I want widespread and permanent happiness more than anything. To say that my life or journey has been difficult is comical and couldn’t be further from the truth compared to the horrors and injustice that others have had to endure. But that doesn’t mean I dont know what pain feels like. And oddly enough I’m glad I have hurt the way I have. Because by feeling pain, I have learned more than just what it feels like. I know what it looks like. I know what it sounds like. I think I even know what it smells like too. But I’m all senses, it is the absolute worst. It’s more heartbreaking to see it in others than to feel it yourself. It’s brought me to a point where I do anything I can to help anyone avoid it if it’s possible. Ten times out of ten I would hurt and take away other peoples pain if that somehow was an option with any situation. I see this as one of the very few strengths I possess, though it might not even be seen as a strength by most. Ive learned that there might have been an upside or reason as to why I’m a little bit more sensitive to everything and let myself be hurt by things that I shouldn’t have because of what it meant in the grand scheme of the things. It gave me this hidden faith that though I may be currently hurting, it will get better. It will heal. It is temporary. You will learn something from this pain. This is necessary for your life. This is still your path. This was always supposed to happen for you. Don’t lose sight of you. Lee your eyes forward. Time is the absolute most precious thing we have, especially time together. Don’t dwell on what you can’t change. But also don’t ignore your rear view mirror. Look back so you can remember what youve learned from any significant situation in your mind and do what you can to share it with anyone who might find themselves feeling similar or dealing with something similar. Sharing is caring and to love thy neighbor sometimes that’s all it takes. Insignificance is fictitious, the littlest of things can be monumental for others, sometimes a smile is all it takes to save a life. SMILE. That can be part of my dream on how to a build a kinder world. Hey Google, add smile more to my plan.
By Adam Toney4 years ago in Confessions
What I Should've Done
To start, I should've started saving my money as soon as I started working at fourteen. I should've put that money in investments when I was eighteen. I should've paid WAY more attention in high-school, and I should've got a sports scholarship to some high-end university studying anything that could've made me rich and successful.
By Justin Coccimiglio4 years ago in Confessions
Why We're Suing Peter Okoye for Over N500 Million - Nigerian Youths Explain
Peter Okoye of the now defunct popular duo P-Square is being dragged to court by registered trustees of the West Africa Youth Support/Development Forum for a HUGE amount of money that some people are calling 'ridiculous'.
By Jide Okonjo4 years ago in Confessions
