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Grade 9's A Mess, But Little Romeo Meets Juliet Next
Act 2 Part 1 Along the fair flat Saskatchewan Prairies our scene continues to grow. Romeo is about to meet Juliet among the fray of life and it's lows. The hero tries everything to make it through high school and unto a place I belong. Can you predict the ending of this song?
By The Passionate Autistic4 years ago in Confessions
My Kappa Sweetheart
I have nothing but the utmost respect for fraternities and sororities, especially black frats and soros at predominantly white institutions when you make up a small percentage of the overall student population you could feel alone. The frats and soros give the minority student a sense of belonging to something bigger than themselves.
By Timothy Kincaid4 years ago in Confessions
RS CENTRAL vs EAST
It’s the night before the biggest game of the young basketball season. The eve of Small Town Friendly finally seeing firsthand what's all the fuss surrounding Kincaid. We are to play our cross-town rivals: East High Cavaliers. They have a formidable squad, a senior laden team. The leader is their star point guard, David. He is 6 foot 3 long arms a great defender and intimidates most other point guards in the always tough Southwestern Conference. Tracy, their power forward, was as big as an offensive lineman and second best player.
By Timothy Kincaid4 years ago in Confessions
I Was Only Twelve When She First Touched Me
I remember the moment clear as day. It was 6th grade; Mrs. Gordon was my teacher. She was like my mom's age and super friendly for an adult I guess (at least that's what I thought when I was 12). Always very attentive to our class. It wasn't until later that I understood WHY she was extra attentive to some of us.
By Rick Martinez5 years ago in Confessions
King of Kourts
My Teammates and I are on our Carver Middle activity bus, on our way to the first game of the season against our cross-town rival, New Hope Middle. The bus is quiet, nervous energy fills the air, the only sounds: the noisy bus engine and the rattling of windows after each bump in the road.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Confessions
My Super Ho Ro
It’s our last home game of the season and Fan Appreciation Day at Littlejohn, which means each player goes to his assigned table 30 minutes after the completion of the game to sign autographs for an hour. We have yet to lose a home game, going undefeated at Littlejohn and crushing the two dominant teams in our conference: the Tar Heels and Blue Devils.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Confessions
College Street
It's been twelve years, but I'll never forget my first time on College Street. I was in the passenger's seat of Betsy, my mother's white 3-Series sport wagon that was a complete lemon. The fact that she had made the trip made the day seem slightly miraculous before anything had happened. We couldn't have been doing less than 45 (knowing my mother). Still, the sight of the morning sun filtering in through the canopy of trees, set amongst the late-19th century reddish brownstone and brick buildings of the campus, plays out mentally in slow motion. As my mother's manual transmission filled the quiet Massachusetts town with a sound reminiscent of the Grand Prix, I knew in my gut that I would go to the women's college on College Street.
By Justine Olivia Marks5 years ago in Confessions
My Tiger Bell
An ordinary Monday night had me exiting the Training Table around 9:30 pm. I stayed late at study hall preparing for a Research Marketing Exam I had on Friday. Mama, the head cook, left it open a little late for us stragglers. I’m all alone, which is rare. I hurry to make a couple of roast beef sandwiches, grab a handful of cookies that I stuff in my bookbag.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Confessions
100 Hundreds for My Queen
The love and attention from a sexy college coed can sometimes cause a player to do things out of the ordinary. However, throw sex into the equation and a ballers best intentions take a back seat. Basketball players at Clemson University have a code of expectations. Play hard every game, represent the University well in all endeavors on and off the court. Finally, work as diligently in the classroom as you do on the court. My first semester at Clemson had us checking into our apartments a week before classes began, between parties on Frat Row and our own House Parties we got white boy wasted every night.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Confessions
The Decision
The decision a Division One college basketball recruit must make to where he or she will take their talents can determine their future on and off the court. 20 Universities recruited me to play. My high school team went 29–1 and won the North Carolina State 3A Championship. I averaged 22 points, 9 assists, and shot 59% from the field and 80% from the free throw line. I finished the season 1st Team Associated Press All-State. After careful consideration, my decision boiled down to two great Universities: Appalachian State & Clemson.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Confessions
The Night God Spoke
Our Clemson University bus pulls up to the Dean E. Smith Center. The Clemson Tiger Men’s Basketball team had never beat the North Carolina Tarheel Men’s Basketball team on their home court. As for me I had experienced a measure of success at The Dean Dome. A rush of images race through my mind. The stage is set, all 4 high school boys state championships are to be played here at the Smith Center. It’s my senior year at R.S Central High School. In the closing seconds I assisted on the go ahead bucket, stole the ball from the opposition, got fouled and with 5 seconds remaining sank 2 game sealing free throws. Forever cementing my R.S. Central Hilltoppers into North Carolina basketball history.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Confessions
My Middle School Was Sketchier Than Yours
Picture it- some small town in North Carolina, a middle school rumored to be a former prison. The windows were barred, some classrooms were simply trailers, and it was the only middle school in the district. I was a chubby little girl with a weird penchant for pretending I was a horse when walking in line. I also had a weird wardrobe- my first day at the middle school I sported a crushed velvet tracksuit that was a deep purple all over.
By Eli Glen 5 years ago in Confessions