Teenage years
The Night I Had A Guy Over Without My Mom Knowing
I can't believe I'm going to tell you guys this, but let's be clear on something, this was my first and last time doing this without my mom's permission although I had a little help from my best friend. The craziest thing is that she never knew about this late-night meet, only my best friend knows and nobody else. So here goes nothing.....
By Sorelle.Maia4 years ago in Confessions
Calm, Cool, and Protective
In my opinion, what might be the most accurate way to determine your true self is to observe how you react in either high stress, dangerous, surprising, or simply unexpected situations. In these times, we have no time to think or try to pretend, we can only react instinctually. And, in my opinion, these are the times to take note of. They show us a side of ourselves or someone else we may never have noticed or thought possible. Our instincts can be very telling, which is why I find it an interesting way to know more about a person. In this, I will actually speak of two separate occasions that incited the same instinctual reaction from me.
By Hannah Coltson 4 years ago in Confessions
My Theory of Karma
I’ve always been unlucky when it comes to love. At least that’s what I told myself every time I fell head over heels and had my heart brutally broken. This happened for ages, eventually throwing me in a loop where my head rotated around “I’ll never fall in love again” and “life is short, don’t give up.”
By Iris4 years ago in Confessions
For Him
To the man I never want to see again, I used to believe that you would always be in my life.. I never thought I would've said my final goodbye to you. Hell. I never even said an actual goodbye to you. You were taken out of my life almost immediately, and, at the time, I didn't exactly realize what it was that made others think we were so bad for each other. You were my best friend. You were always my best friend. Since I was eight years old, you and I were inseparable. We did everything together from discussing favorite movies and artists to cooking pasta for lunch for your girlfriend. You remember her, right? The woman who you openly caused pain to both emotionally and physically; the same woman you used to constantly banned from having a child while you spent all your days giving a young child more respect than the woman you supposedly loved. I mean.. I remember you. I remember our relationship. Looking back on it, I'm so fucking thankful you never created any children.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Confessions
Title: Confessions
Abstract In the past two decades, hundreds of convicted prisoners have been exonerated by DNA and non-DNA evidence, revealing that police-induced false confessions are a leading cause of wrongful conviction of the innocent. In this article, empirical research on the causes and correlates of false confessions is reviewed. After a description of the three sequential processes that are responsible for the elicitation of false confessions—misclassification, coercion, and contamination—the three psychologically distinct types of false confession (voluntary, compliant, and persuaded) are discussed along with the consequences of introducing false-confession evidence in the criminal justice system. The article concludes with a brief discussion of the implications of empirical research for reducing the number of false confessions and improving the accuracy of confession evidence that is introduced against a defendant at trial.
By abdul razzaq4 years ago in Confessions
Shuffled Off
On an evening in the summer of 2006, when I was 18-years-old, faces, famous and obscure, mingled together. The then politician and lawyer, Beau Biden attended, among other dignitaries. The occasion celebrated the selections for the NAACP awards for service to the community. I happened to be one of the recipients.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Confessions
My Time in Juvenile Detention
I was first sent to the juvenile detention center for stealing my mom’s car when I was fifteen. I would go on back for four more stays after the first. Here is my story about my stay in the detention centers, rehab, group homes, and foster care.
By DMTakeshi4 years ago in Confessions
Day 1095.. Top Story - December 2021.
Day 1. I speak only Czech. In Canada, I am mute. In Canada, the words I have spoken for the last twelve years have no meaning. English takes up space on the radio while the water boils for tea. In the elevator while the old woman trains her eyes on the numbers and mumbles quietly to herself. On the bus to ESL school where girls my age spill secrets behind cupped hands into each other’s ears. I do not understand. I feel erased.
By Judy Walker 4 years ago in Confessions
Night Poets
Poetry. “Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” - Robert Frost It’s one of those things, you know? People either don’t get it at all and they hate it or they have one image in their head. That image is of self-righteous college students who take themselves way too seriously, they wear berets, bang a few bongos, and snap at each other’s nonsensical inspirations.
By eawilcox4 years ago in Confessions
What comes next
So I'm a nightmare now according to you, then does that make you a legitimate monster? Up on your high horse pedestal looking down on me like you care, your nothing more than an imposter. Rather harsh words, in my humble opinion, from a man in his position to articulate; add in the power of being on the bench, what kind of influence does he have with the words he chooses to say. With his fancy vernacular and holier than thou demeanor on full display for all to clearly see; I was openly defiant to his face while full of confidence since I knew I had an ace up my sleeve. Now you may wonder exactly how I was able to remain so calm while facing up to 5 years; rather easily since I knew whan had went down with his secretary quitting and leaving in tears. My lawyer was a very well connected man privy t o conversations happening behind closed doors as well as being alone; such as the Judge telling his secretary how he was going to put on a show and let his intentions known. Leaving her with no choice but to let it become public knowledge in an incriminating report; detailing his unprofessional conduct as well as his abuse of power just appalling his fellow Judges of the court.
By Arthur Walton4 years ago in Confessions
