Embarrassment
NORTHERN MISFIT
Write about a time when you felt like a misfit. Oh, let me count the ways! Have you ever felt like a misfit among your colleagues? Check! I used to leave work every day at 3:15 to get home to my dogs and running and house and hobbies. Most of the other teachers would stay to work on their classrooms or planning. They looked down on me for it because I didn't have a "conventional" family I was going home to. Does that count? Have you ever felt like a misfit among your peers? Check! How about the time when I lived in a dorm my freshman year of college, and all the girls were binging and purging except for me. Was I misfit material? Do you feel like a misfit among your family? Check! Check!! And checkmate!!! I know I qualify for this one. I could win a medal for this category. I am a single, divorced, childless female who is free thinking and doesn't belong to a religious group or political party, in a conservative, religious family. Nope, fur babies do not count in this elite group. Pretty sure I check off boxes that don't even exist yet, ha!
By Lisa Brasher5 years ago in Confessions
Wow, you can't really dance!
Dancing is supposed to be a voluntary (or involuntary) reaction to hearing good music, otherwise known as ‘bangers’. I love to dance when I know no one is watching and can tolerate being watched only when adequately buzzed. I think my moves are an amalgam of tasteful vogue-ish poses, hip hop two-step and spastic twitching. It all looks very elegant, I assure you. Perhaps my unease with dancing in public stemmed from an ill-fated event in my childhood.
By Jenny Samuel 5 years ago in Confessions
Sophomore Yr. At Vista
High school for me was seemingly a breeze. I had decent friends that strayed off the straight and narrow every so often, but overall things were good. I played sports, got decent grades and wasn’t the best with women, but had a couple girlfriends. All except for sophomore year when I transferred to Vista. My mother had just started taking her real estate/entrepreneur/hustle seriously and moved us up north. I have no idea why my father agreed to this. At that time it seemed like the worst possible move for everyone. In the past my mother had been flipping properties, but nothing that was out of the zip code. It was great, I remember going over and watching her take these decrepit buildings and turn them into something beautiful, and she always had a team that could turn her vision into reality. Fast forward to the new house up north and all of that was nonexistent. The only thing that stayed consistent was the house being a trash pit. This time not only did we have to live in it, but there was no team. We became the team. We left our beautiful house to chase my mothers dream.
By Tetrenius5 years ago in Confessions
Razor Burn
It’s 1996 and I’m about to start my last year of elementary school, at a new school, in a town to which I just moved. Some background: my mother had just separated from my dad after he had been carrying on with a woman named Colleen at local bars in town. Since my mom was cute, and still young, she didn’t have to stay single for very long; a family friend had set her up with a widower she was close with named Eddie. He ultimately became my step-father, but was first introduced to me as a lonely sea captain, who thought my mom was attractive, and would drink Diet Pepsi at our friend’s summer pool parties. They hit it off immediately, and he eventually invited us to move in with him and his teenage son Russell, just one town over. The ensuing 12 years were, in fact, the best years of my life, but they definitely didn’t start that way.
By J. E. Sullivan5 years ago in Confessions
Don't Miss Your Shot
Wanna hear a circus tale? Alrighty, here it is: “I was a simple teenager. A little bit off the rails and rebellious? Well yes. But in most respects, I wasn’t too mainstream or into binge drinking. I was, however, keen to order my first drink. As my 18th birthday approached I didn’t bother to organize a party as I already had all that I wanted. The perfect gifts from friends and family: a mini-fridge and a Nutri Bullet blender. I like food ok? Life was good. It was simple. I was content. The morning of my 18th was splendid. Brunch with the family? Check that off. Shopping for some nice clothes? Yes, sir, please. Keen for a simple meal, some free San Churros, and then a movie at home? I’m ready for that. Although some small part of me figured, why not go out to a pub with people? I do love people, and I’d get to order that first drink.
By Anna Harrison5 years ago in Confessions
My Social Shock Confession
Yes! It happens. Sometimes students will feel like a misfit or an outsider in High School. In fact, it was in Junior High when those feelings of being an outsider and misfit hit me. At our school, the girls, who lived in town, were the popular girls, and the girls who lived in the rural area of our school district were considered the misfit, outsider, and unpopular ones
By Babs Iverson5 years ago in Confessions
Reflecting On My Failure
Author's note: This article was rejected in its first submission for "graphic content" This new and improved version is certified graphic content free and fully suitable for Vocal's audience of impressionable youths who would certainly have been horrified and offended at the original version. I have also cleaned up the language. Who needs all those nasty swear words anyway? Not me. No sir. Not me.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Confessions
