Teenage years
the culler yeller
Walking through the familiar halls made everything seem small back then. My hand slowly grazed over the nubbly textured walls, once coated with a duller paint. It was now cleaner and thicker, as if to deny the cinderblock walls were ever there. Now they touted my alma matter’s team colors as if to attempt a neatly ingrained school spirit with a stripe, dividing the two-toned wall. The bold stripe rose upwards at the exits, seeming to cheer its students and staff to the entry path towards the gym and stadium.
By lindsay dix4 years ago in Confessions
The Laight Street Bridge
Every day I walked and I found heaven in each step. I walked for hours through the city, giddy with freedom, wearing heavy headphones and never stopping, never even feeling tired. She was gone and with her presence all the bitterness had dissipated and my wounds had healed, the same circumstances that had destroyed her had healed me, or so it seemed. I wore her perfume and some of her clothes, when the occasion supported it, most were too chic and high end for a high school Senior. I felt everything deeply, as before, but now those swells were always dreamy, ecstatic, my inner life was unfettered and unchecked. I even felt closer than ever to her. I had her tucked away and when we met it was on my terms. She could no longer ever hurt me again, there wasn’t a cruel word or a sharp hand that could reach me now. I could run wild on the inside, never having to retreat to that strange, uninhabited place in the back of my mind, and so I never felt lonely.
By Dina Friedman4 years ago in Confessions
Hole in My Heart
There is one event that has had the biggest impact on my life and forever changed it, and this event is seeing my brother battle with cancer and in the end, lose to it. I went through seeing my parents divorce at a young age, but that event pales in comparison to how this impacted my life. My brother was my best friend that can never be replaced, and his death has left a hole in my life that cannot be filled.
By Elizabeth Townsend4 years ago in Confessions
My Emotional Rollercoaster Relationship with Him
This story has nothing to do with the roller coaster ride or my experience on a roller coaster ride if that's what you are thinking. This is a story of my horrendous emotional abusive on and off relationship with my ex.
By Gladys W. Muturi4 years ago in Confessions
To my Daughter
I could choose to write about a conscious decision I made that affected my life, a choice that I made ahead of time. I could discuss career changes, marriage, even where I chose to live. But none of those decisions changed my life as much as something that happened to me. It wasn’t something that I had ever wanted, nothing that I would have chosen, and yet, it was the best thing that ever happened to me.
By Kelly Mendoza4 years ago in Confessions
Pain
Is hard for me to talk about this, it is for everyone who has been through it. I was 16 , Sophomore year of High School, I have been through it my whole life but it was the first time ,when he took a step forward, too far, I spoke out at 17 to School Administration ,they opened up the case, I felt like I did something right.
By Aletze Castellanos4 years ago in Confessions
Crazy story: The Art Present Incident
It all started somewhere in my sophomore year of high school. It was a Saturday afternoon. I started volunteering at an elementary school that was hosting an art festival of some kind for community service hours. One day, two of my friends, we will call them "Siena" and "Bryce," came to the school to not only volunteer for the school but perform for the art festival. Bryce was a musician for the marching band, and Siena was a dancer. Now, Bryce had a crush on Siena, and he would always try to make a move on her. But, Siena would always curse him out and yell at him saying things like, "Stop flirting with me! I'm not into you! You're annoying af!" But, throughout the day, Bryce didn't even flirt with Siena this time. I was keeping an eye on Bryce, and he never romantically acknowledged her. He was just friendly towards Siena platonically. But, Siena still thinking he might still be flirting with her, just kept on castigating him. I went to talk to Bryce, and he told me that he was finally over Siena and he just wanted to be friends with her, but Siena isn't giving him another chance. I comforted him and told him "Siena will come around. Just give her space to realize that you want to be her friend."
By Kera4 years ago in Confessions
Skipping School with Jerry!
It is funny sometimes how an event can be scary when it is happening but it can be funny at the same time. Later, when you tell the story of the event, it turns from a scary sort of funny story to a hilarious anecdote. This is that kind of event.
By William King4 years ago in Confessions
Nightlife in Japan
This paper looks to address the given inquiries by dissecting the piece of the book of Allison named "Nightwork: Sexuality, Pleasure and Corporate Masculinity in a Tokyo Hostess Club," where the writer tried to "analyze some part of Japan that was metropolitan, current and an impact of social, political, and monetary relations." Her emphasis on entertainer clubs, which is one part of the Mizu Shoba (water business) Japanese metropolitan nightlife, incites a few inquiries that should be replied to in this paper.
By Ji Dene4 years ago in Confessions
Carnival Stow Away
It was August 26th, 1990. The stifling heat and wicked stench of body odor woke me, with a choking gag, from the soundest sleep I'd had in ages, maybe ever. It took me a few minutes of taking in the dark surroundings to remember where I was, what I'd done. Instantly, I was gripped with shock... disbelief and fear. Yet in the same breathe there was an exhilaration that was undeniable, albeit tainted by guilt.
By Analise Dionn4 years ago in Confessions
