School
Bullying on the Runanga School Bus in 1973...
We lived about three miles from the nearest high school so we had to catch the School Bus into Greymouth. The bus started its journey at Runanga. I observed bullying on the bus but I was not a victim, at least not in my first year. I felt sorry for those who were bullied. One such kid who lived a mile further down from us got bullied so much that he ended up cycling to school.
By Robert Stewart2 years ago in Confessions
Unveiling the mystery of Matilde Landeta. Content Warning.
Unveiling the Remarkable Legacy of Matilde Landeta: A Pioneer in Mexican Cinema Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to embark on a journey through the captivating world of Mexican cinema, guided by the brilliance of Matilde Landeta, an unsung heroine of the Silver Screen! Today, Google's vibrant doodle celebrates the 113th anniversary of her birth, a day that forever altered the course of Mexican filmmaking. Join us as we dive into the life and legacy of a true pioneer, whose indomitable spirit and creative prowess blazed a trail in the Golden Age of Mexican cinema.
By Santigie Fofanah2 years ago in Confessions
I (almost) Dropped Out of my Google Data Analytics Certification
Every student always commences their studies with good intentions, as well as usually making a few sacrifices along the way. Whether you are going to college, or you have enrolled in a small micro-credential like yours truly did; a fact of life is that things do not always go according to plan. According to the Education Data Initiative, 32.9% of college undergraduates do not end up completing their degree. There are many more who would have mentally and/or emotionally checked out of their studies at one point or another; yet manage to continue to persevere and do whatever it takes to pass, and to not drop out.
By Justine Crowley2 years ago in Confessions
My Experience with Bullies
I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it happened many years ago. The memories of my childhood school days are a mixed bag of joy, adventure, and something darker – bullying. This is my story, the story of how I learned to stand tall in the face of adversity.
By Frank John2 years ago in Confessions
KAREN. Content Warning.
In a quaint Scandinavian village nestled among rolling hills, there once lived a young woman named Karen. Her name, Karen, had deep roots in the region's ancient traditions, meaning "pure." Her parents, both deeply connected to their heritage, had chosen this name for her with great care, hoping she would grow to embody the virtues it held.
By Esse Naeemah Ali2 years ago in Confessions
Oh Anxiety...what have I done to You...!?. Content Warning.
I have never felt so downcast having to see my self go through the ridicule of a shaky mouth on an interview of a life time. Hell "No" heaven must have failed me, speaking to myself...I said. I ought to get this job; oh I was so prepared. I read, read and read repeatedly preparing to give the Best. Indeed, I failed myself. What a shame I thought to myself.
By Albin Tawo2 years ago in Confessions
The Heart loves
Title: The Heart Loves: Unveiling the Emotions Within Introduction The heart, often regarded as the epicenter of emotions and affection, has long held a special place in literature, art, and human culture. Metaphorically, it's the seat of love, the core of our feelings, and the driving force behind our most cherished connections. But what does it really mean when we say "the heart loves," and how does this vital organ contribute to our experiences of love and emotions?
By mike -mberede joseph2 years ago in Confessions
Size Matters! Decoding Titanic's Role in the Disaster. Content Warning.
The Titanic, the largest ship of its time, set sail on its maiden voyage in 1912 with the belief that it was unsinkable. However, within days, the ship met its demise when it struck an iceberg in the North Atlantic Ocean. Of the over 2,200 passengers and crew on board, only 706 survived that fateful night. Questions have arisen about whether a smaller ship would have fared better or if the size of the iceberg truly mattered.
By Darlington Sunday2 years ago in Confessions
My most embarrassing moment at school
So you realize how I'm staggeringly certain and most certainly not abnormal or uncertain of myself in any capacity at all? Well it wasn't similar to that all of the time! It's as yet no, really, however it used to be more terrible! My fearlessness presumably arrived at its absolute bottom around... the eighth grade. Which could sound pretty frightening to any series watching, so genuine fast, in the event that you're battling with self-assurance, I just want to say… it deteriorates. At any rate, my eighth grade year (and furthermore all the others) were loaded up with me not knowing the proper behavior or what to do in essentially any circumstance, which lead to a lot of humiliating minutes… that I can make into a story. Score! Once I got a pimple in my ear that tingled real terrible. The entire day I was doing all that I could to disregard it, yet when I was sitting ever, it just got way also diverting, so I gave it a little scratch... I did all that I could to tidy up the flood before anybody saw, yet I didn't simply pop the pimple. I supplanted it. With a FLOOD Spigot. I inquired as to whether I could utilize the restroom, and he was like… "No" However at that point I said... "Definitely yet I'm beading out of my ear." So he was like… "Fine" Some other time, that equivalent educator sent me to sit in the lobby for like, 5 minutes. I don't recollect why, I was most likely going on and on, it's not significant. I wound up nodding off in the flight of stairs and awakened when the chime rang like 30 minutes after the fact. I returned into the space to get my stuff and the educator was like "Gracious, I overlooked you." Really, that was presumably more humiliating for him. Essentially I received a sweet rest in return. At some point, I was doodling on my schoolwork in numerical class. I two or three years ahead in math, so I was the most youthful youngster in the room, and didn't actually know anybody. Certain individuals would utilize that valuable chance to be appealing and make new companions however I chose to be socially off-kilter and converse with no one. In any case, I doodled my name like this, since I think it looks cool, and the young lady who sat close to me was like "Whoa! ...Do my name!" I... didn't have the foggiest idea about her name. I've never been perfect with names in any case, and this was the main class I had with her, however we were to some degree part of the way through the school year. It would be ideal for me certainly to have known. In any case, you can't simply tell somebody you've been sitting close to each day for quite a long time that you can't recall their name. So I told her... to do it without anyone's help. She at no point ever conversed with me in the future. I terrified, alright? I would have rather not been discourteous, yet I was unable to force myself to concede that I didn't have the foggiest idea about her name, despite the fact that that... presumably would have been less humiliating… stand by The majority of the minutes I was embarrassed about during school were really not no joking matter. Like, by any means. What's more, I was moronic for thinking anybody gave it a second thought. Since they didn't. Yet, At that point! Goodness! I would have exchanged schools just to stay away from anybody who at any point saw me, as, unintentionally stroll down some unacceptable lobby. Which is certainly not a very humiliating thing to do, and everybody's done it basically a couple of times, yet it's happened enough to me that assuming you included the gentle shame, there may be all more than from some other single stupid thing I've done. I can't help thinking about the number of miles that I've spent strolling the incorrect way. I've most likely consumed such countless calories. There were a couple of ways I'd attempt to cover a mix-up that way. I'd check my telephone and imagine that I'm pivoting a direct result of a message. Or on the other hand, I'd simply commit, and continue to stroll down some unacceptable corridor, use the stairwell to the subsequent floor and circle as far as possible around to where I really expected to go. I'd burn through a lot of time, just to keep away from individuals seeing me backtrack. *sigh* what’s up with me? I was conversing with a companion about this and when I asked how she'd cover, she was like "Goodness! Assuming I at any point went the incorrect way, I'd simply… pivot." Get out. Thinking back, I'm more embarrassed at the things I did to keep away from humiliation, than the things I was attempting to keep away from in any case. Along these lines, I suppose there's one more example for you... It deteriorates. Like this one time, I was going to my storage after lunch, and when I adjusted the corner this young lady leaped out and terrified me. I shouted in the sharpest sounding princess voice you've heard. I presumably broke a couple of windows. Obviously the young lady who frightened me was snickering after an effective scare, so I attempted to dismiss it with her. By then I could have gotten away with just gentle humiliation, yet another person strolled up and asked what was so entertaining. It would have been so natural to say, "I shouted like a young lady" yet good gracious, eighth grade Tim Tom took Staggering Measures to stay away from shame. Thus, trying to evade the inquiry, I just... snickered more earnestly. I can't address the inquiry assuming that I'm caught up with snickering, correct? However, the harder I chuckled, the more everybody around us needed to realize what was so amusing. I was drawing a group. Poo. The more individuals needed to be aware, the more I needed to abstain from making sense of anything, and I had not very many choices other than to simply continue to giggle. After the lunch ringer rang we had five minutes to get to class, and it required around one and a half minutes to tidy up and begin making a beeline for my storage, and that implies I remained there phony giggling for… an unending length of time. I was in too far. The more I stood by to make sense of, the higher their assumptions were. My main expectation was to simply endure them, and I'm not a slacker. I giggled like my life relied upon it. I giggled more diligently than anybody has at any point chuckled throughout the entire existence of humankind. My eyes were destroying, I was gripping my sides, I lost my equilibrium and slid down the wall. I ensured the whole school could hear me! I could have gotten carried away. At last everybody went to class, and I was let be on the floor of the foyer. They generally presumably thought I was the most odd youngster in school, however hello, basically no one realizes I shout like a young lady. Okay in this way, I haven't referenced it in that frame of mind previously, yet I have a friction server where you can express greetings to me assuming you're into something like that, I'll place a connection in the depiction, and it’s whatever. What's more! On the off chance that you believe I should put your fan art in an end card simply label me on Twitter. At any rate, gratitude for reading! What's more, I'll see you... afterward.
By amanuel tesfaye2 years ago in Confessions
Kendall Defoe, Please Stand Up
This is my response to Kayleigh Fraser's Get to Know Me #Challenge: I really do not want to do this. I hesitated for a very long time before writing this. I have read many of your other entries and noted the highs and lows in all of your lives. I thought that would make it easier for me to come up with a list of ten things about myself that you may want to know (or at least ten things that won’t make the average Vocalist feel bad about their own lives).
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Confessions
Get to Know Me
After seeing a Top Story by Kayleigh Fraser ❤️, doing this felt required. So, here goes nothing... 1. I am obsessed with music. It is my life. Some songs, most by Icon for Hire, are the reason I haven't given up. The first song by them that I ever heard was "Under the Knife" (lyric video below for those who are interested) which is what made me realize that hurting myself is an issue. Before that, I thought it was normal... I was a dumb teenager (as most people are).
By Rene Peters2 years ago in Confessions
