School
The Bus Stop Stranger
I was late—again. The rain was relentless, drumming against my umbrella like it was trying to shake me out of my fog. I had just left the office, soaked in more than just rain: burnout, boredom, and the dull ache of a life on autopilot. My job in digital marketing paid the bills, but it was eating me from the inside out.
By Khan9 months ago in Confessions
Being Shy in a Loud World: What No One Sees. AI-Generated.
Being shy is not the same as being antisocial. It’s not that we don’t want to talk — it’s that sometimes we just don’t know how. In a world full of noise, social media, fast opinions, and constant eyes, being a reserved person can feel like being in the wrong place… all the time.
By The last9 months ago in Confessions
Every country gets the leaders it deserves
In the same way we are all a product of our environment, leaders are a direct reflection of the society that produces them. Even though this title might seem harsh, it is painfully true. Bad leaders do not sprout out of thin air, they are enabled, tolerated, promoted and sometimes celebrated by the very people who suffer under them. Let's talk about why this happens, how do bad leaders emerge in different societies and rise to power.
By real Jema9 months ago in Confessions
The Price of Fragility
We live in an era where consumption isn’t just encouraged — it’s demanded. We are bombarded every day with products, content, distractions. We’ve been taught that to be happy, we simply need to buy something new, watch another show, consume one more ready-made experience. And without realizing it, we’ve drifted away from our true nature: to create, to think, to question.The result is everywhere. We are increasingly anxious, depressed, and apathetic. We've lost the spark in our eyes because we stopped building something that is truly ours, something that is born from within. Creativity — the vital spark of human existence — is being suffocated by the ease of prepackaged experiences. We’ve stopped imagining. We’ve stopped dreaming. We’ve become addicted to receiving, incapable of producing.
By Persephone9 months ago in Confessions
The Letter I Sent, But Could Never Speak: A Confession of Love and Heartache
this is probably the only heartbreak love themed "thing" I believe I'll ever write. a few years back I wrote a letter to my crush. writing this was so strenuous as I got really emotional writing it. my heart actually felt painful and heavy when I mastered up the courage and sent him the letter. after all these years...I still don't have him . without further adeu this is what I wrote to him-
By E. hasan9 months ago in Confessions
The Billboard
I never thought what I learned in class could be so real. I never thought what Mr. Hannigan taught would ever be real. You see I thought school was just making your mark. I thought school was about getting a head start. Yup I John Henry never thought there was actual power in schooling. I would try to do the best because that's what my parents taught me. That's what I was trained to do since I was young. It was like my thing. It was my forestay.. I never knew the power of education. And yeah I was doing it for the women. I wanted to attract the smartest and best. Besides the most beautiful to me. Education was personal. So I excelled even with setbacks. And this was my life. This was my purpose especially in education. And I learned to be independent. I learned to take care of myself. I learned to be a man. And graduating was humbling and great. I love gracing the stage and being among my peers showing my academic achievement. I never thought much about health until Covid. I remember the Student Vice President saying that I caught the eyes of many with my outstanding academics in health. But that was all I know. I never knew that I would rise to ranks in health. I never really knew my impact. It was like more than what I expected. And I love to dream big. I love to think outside the box. I love to brainstorm. My entire education taught me that. And it inspired me to excel everyday in class. I would try to be the best without being a teacher's pet. I would rather be a favorite student who worked hard using his mind and nothing else. Again Covid brought out something in me that I never thought. It brought our all my training and education. It made me think hard and a lot about my background. It inspired to join the task force. I had to tell the Governor what I learned. Especially since I excelled at health administration and liberal arts. I knew the methods they just suddenly came back to me. All of sudden, speaking to other governors in the association and having an influence on the direction of the health crisis. And even after it was resolved I still felt obligated to do more. Like I said Covid would be like the flu shot. So I was determined to fight for vaccines. To fight that we should keep them . To fight that we should make them known. After all vaccines do a lot for community is what I learned from genetics. Vaccines can make or break a society. So I kept up the fight even after Covid, I told my followers get both flu shot and vaccine. I did one in each arm. Because I believe in vaccines, I believe in science. In fact that was my specialty, I was noted as a Esteemed Scientist by the Union of Concerned Scientists. So I did it over and over again, shown it is okay to get a vaccine. And one day it happened. I became a unspoken hero for vaccines. I was recognized with this billboard in my hometown. And many say it looked like me, and I have the picture to prove it. I am glad at the change that is at hand. I did it for the people. I did it for my teachers and professors. I did it for my family. For everyone who believe in science. For everyone who loves living. And I hope that future generations would see that. And embraced that and become apart of the ideology of helping their community thrive and survive with science.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous9 months ago in Confessions
I Found a Breakup Letter in My Coat Pocket — and It Was Addressed to Me
It had been almost a year since we ended things. No big fight. No dramatic walkout. Just silence. A slow fade-out. Like a movie you keep watching, even when the credits are already rolling.
By Ishaq Ahmadzai 9 months ago in Confessions
