Teenage years
A time I didn’t fit in
Let’s face it. Being a teenager isn’t easy. You’re going through changes, attempting to find your place, and trying to fit in. High school was not my scene. Is it really anybody’s scene, though? The first thing you’re taught in orientation is to make friends. So you go off and join a club, or a sports team. I was already a competitive cheerleader with a program outside of school, so I couldn’t join anything super time consuming. What’s more of an individual based sport? Oh! Cross Country should be perfect for me! Okay: Join a Sports team? Check. What’s next? The next thing they teach you in orientation is to never fall behind on your class work, but to also take as many college courses as you can before actually going off to college. Okay: Load up on extra courses? Check. So I’ve joined a high school sport’s team on top of an already competitive cheerleading program, and I’ve loaded up on class work. Should be fairly easy. Boy was I wrong.
By Kayaleah Bradley5 years ago in Confessions
Origami and the Origin of Awkwardness
In the beginning of my middle school years, I had an obsession with origami. Oh no no no, this was no ordinary obsession. I couldn’t simply put an end to it and move on with my life. This obsession took root deep in my mind, driving me to constantly fold and create every chance I had. If there was any paper in my house, it would not be there for long. My hands would appear to friends and peers to writhe and fumble with no clear rhyme or reason, but a trained eye could see that I was making art; a cootie catcher to predict the future, star boxes to hold precious belongings, foxes and birds to decorate even the plainest of rooms. All the knowledge I had came from a book of ancient techniques; The Usborne Book of Origami and other Paper Projects. With its wisdom and guidance, I was truly a prodigy in the art of origami.
By Trey Lindquist5 years ago in Confessions
Learning From Enemies
Sometimes it’s perfectly fine to be a loner, you feel safe, you find inner peace, learn to love yourself a lot more without being too selfish and that others can’t hurt or judge you. You can trust others like family and close friends who understand in most ways, and out of all of that you feel secure of yourself.
By CJ Enterprise5 years ago in Confessions
Georgia Outcast
It was the summer before eighth grade and I felt like my life is over. I moved all the way from Pittsburgh to Atlanta Georgia and you could’ve said that I was moving to Canada and it wouldn’t of made a difference because that’s how far away I felt. I went to the same school since kindergarten I was the line leader with a boy name Ron and in my head he was a boy that I was gonna date all throughout high school we were going to get married have kids the whole shebang.
By Marissa DeShields5 years ago in Confessions
A Moose in Tas
When your family decides to move half-way around the world, at fifteen, you simply do not understand the bigger implications. I was in love with the fact we were moving to Australia; I never anticipated the level of culture shock I did. Prior to this move, my family had moved once before, a mere eighteen months earlier from a small fishing town to an even smaller mill town. I was bursting out of the small-town life, and it was exciting.
By Sara Christine5 years ago in Confessions
18 FEELS LONELY
I feel dejected. I just took down all my pictures just because a guy told me I don’t look that good, because he saw nothing but flaws in whole of me. But am I any different from that guy? Didn’t I give him the confidence or right to see flaws in me? Yes .Truth be told I try everyday to hate myself a little less, I try my best to be nice to people around me that is my family. I not only feel dejected, but scared , insecure, I know am pushing myself way too hard just to fit in this modern advance society. And ofcourse that’s what is expected of an 18 year old teen . My anger issues knows no remedy. I just don’t know how to stop myself from slapping myself, punching myself, throwing things. Family can never help. They only push me down. I mean they support me in everything but how to express them I don’t fit in amongst my so called friends, that I get rejected for being myself, cause ofcourse for them their daughter is the best, she’s the prettiest. But you know am not.
By Neer Bukharia5 years ago in Confessions
My First Time
Every one likes to think back on their first time fondly, but honestly I just wanted to get it over with. Sex isn't something my family was ever comfortable talking about. My grandmother used to throw herself over every romance novel I caught her reading just in case I caught a glimpse of a sex scene. My mother would launch herself in front of the tv if a sex scene came on, right up until I was 16.
By Mae McCreery5 years ago in Confessions
The first time my heart was broken
When I was 8 years old the church I attended sent the youth to a summer camp at a church in a nearby town. A yellow school bus picked up about 20 of us Monday through Friday and we went to a center that was located next to the church in the other town. One day we went on a field trip to Mill Mountain and there was a long winding uphill drive that terrified me. I looked out the window and thought we were going to fall over the side and die.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Confessions
How To Make An Album No One Will Hear
Step One - Take Piano Lessons Because Your Mom Says So You’re sitting at the piano. To your right are about twenty-five or thirty expectant faces. Bored fathers, calm mothers, fidgety siblings. Your own mother and brother are in the front row, smiling encouragingly. Your brother’s already had his turn. He’ll come away with second place this year for his rendition of a much-simplified Can-can by Offenbach.
By Eric Dovigi5 years ago in Confessions
Tales of Bette: Who Was Greyson's Brother?
Bette on It: Weird Adolescence. 8th Grade. An Excerpt... October 1999 Bette followed the crowd of kids inside and saw Tylor and Greyson first in the hallway outside the gym. Tylor was dressed as a werewolf and Greyson was dressed as Batman. "Hey guys. You look great!"
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Confessions
Ripped Raw!
I am not going to lie, I have a confession. I really struggled in my teen years. Having an undiagnosed medical condition for most of my elementary and all of my high school years gave me way too many hours in bed, contemplating life, thinking much too hard about things that I could not control. I was hurting. I had many friends that had gone thru self-harming, I watched on the side lines, thinking that perhaps this was the release I was looking for. I was preparing myself educationally and mentally to become a school psychologist. I was very aware of the idea of the temporary relief some found from cutting themselves and knew that this would not be a positive choice. But, when life deals you some unfair cards sometimes you start thinking outside the box. So, my journey continued and I eventually made the decision to start cutting. Now I know what you’re thinking, cutting herself? The answer is No! I actually had stumbled upon and found great pleasure in the cutting and ripping of material! The way the scissors sculpted the cloth, slicing and shaping my masterpieces, even the sound of the blades striking together, it became so rewarding! I began searching the topic of clothing ripping and cutting and I was fascinated to learn about a couple of interesting topics.
By Holly Allison-Kay5 years ago in Confessions
