School
Letters Never Sent - Vol 8
June 1999 Dear Lisa, I’m not sure if you remember me. We went to Drama Camp together the summer between 9th & 10th grade. After camp we wrote for a little while, but then I guess its been almost 10 years since I heard from you now. I thought about it for a while back then, like I thought I had done something to offend you, but aside from asking for a picture of your boobs when I was a horny 15 year old, I couldn’t think of anything that offensive. I gotta tell you, it took me all year to get over you. I mean sophomore year, I should have been loving life, but there I was reading Billy Shakespeare in the library, pining away for summer love. Looking back it seems lame, but at the time, I was so smitten, I didn’t even care that the other kids called me Shakes the Clown or Drama Queen. I just thought that if i learned all those fancy lines, I could come up with something smart to say, but all i got was an eye infection from the dust in the library.
By Bill Arrowood4 years ago in Confessions
Its a real book, honest
I come from a time when schools focussed on the basics of maths and English. Focussing on writing and calculating before getting to much else. It makes sense, of course, because that is the start you need for all the other subjects that school try and fill you up with.
By ASHLEY SMITH4 years ago in Confessions
That Final Time at Band Camp
Staring at the glowing warmth of the bonfire, I was thinking about what I could possibly talk about. “Remember guys, let’s try to keep it a nice five to ten. There’s a lot of seniors and we don’t want to spend all night in the cold.”
By Oswaldo Gomez Zamora4 years ago in Confessions
Why can't it be both?
"Teachers are in it for the outcome, not the income," someone in the club remarked. My education honor society in college, Kappa Delta Pi, was trying to develop a shirt design. This seemed to be the winner. It was a quote loved by the group of soon-to-be-educators. The goal was to raise money for school supplies to donate to a local classroom.
By N. Bradton4 years ago in Confessions
"You wouldn't understand..."
“You wouldn’t understand,” The parent of one of my students tells me over the phone. I called her to let her know that her son was currently failing my class as he has not turned in an assignment all quarter and was absent more times than present.
By N. Bradton4 years ago in Confessions
The Shot
The Shot I grew up with parents who were born from the South. The state of Alabama to be exact! Anyone who have relatives from the south know that they started and still believe in following traditions. One set of people who won’t do anything they don’t believe is Black folks. I am a Black and proud black female who is grounded in tradition because it was the way my parents raised me. Traditional ways of doing things can be good it helps to keep you from going toward the crazy. My father was a hardworking man and he moved to New York to make a better life for his self and my mother. Inside our house we still live by the old ways. On Sunday we have a family dinner. That means everyone sits together at the dinner table and eat together. As I learn to live in New York some of my parent’s tradition started to make me waiver on a few of them. I mean there were so many. Don’t sweep after six or the witch will come to your house. Don’t leave your hat lying on the table or bed because you will die soon. Don’t sweep the broom over your feet because you will go to jail. If you sweep over your feet spit on your shoes and then the spell will be broken. Everyone should know that every year you have to cook black eyed peas, rice, collards and some others before or after the New Year in order to insure you be prosperous in the new year. It was very serious for my parents. A black cat passed in front of my father one day as we were on our way home. My father turned the car around and went another way just to avoid passing the cat. That is how serious it was for my parents.
By Peggy Whitaker4 years ago in Confessions
Diary Of Being The Only Brown Person In Class . Top Story - December 2021.
"How does learning about this topic make you feel?" My social studies teacher asked. I was confused because for one; I wasn't raising my hand and two, every head was turned towards me.
By Chandi Peardon4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Struggling College Student
It is difficult to distinguish myself between adult and child. There are different standards for both, yet college students are somehow expected to encompass all of them? They tell you to figure out what you want to do with your life when you're 21, but they also tell you to live in the present moment and feel young for as long as possible. It's hard, keeping up all these expectations people have of you. If you ask me, you have been chosen as a golden child if you have figured out what you want to do with the rest of your life while still eating mediocre ramen in the library on a Tuesday night. Personally, I have absolutely no f****** idea what I want to do with my life. I'm going to be completely honest here and express the fact that I feel like I have taken up the act of disassociation to delay even thinking about my future self. In all reality, you do not, and I repeat, do not, have to figure out what to do with your life right now. I would say start figuring out how to be a better person and what inspires you.
By Chiara Sinigaglia4 years ago in Confessions
In his defense...
It was 11 o’ clock on a Wednesday. I know because it was break time after assembly. We gathered in the staff room. It was a scorcher, a typical South African summer’s day, and I was frustrated by the heat and the pile of marking waiting for me on my desk.
By Nadia Iris4 years ago in Confessions
