Embarrassment
How I Ruined My Own Dance Recital!
In the early 2000s, I attended a performing and fine arts middle and high school. I auditioned for its art and animation program due to my interest in visual arts, and my grandmother's advice. Though I got accepted into the program, I was forced to attend the ballet classes because the school still had me registered under "Undeclared" and I needed a major in order to stay at the school. After over a month of tripping over my own feet and everyone else's, I found my way into the animation classes, which I just knew I going to love. I was wrong! My teacher was a pretentious, lunatic with a fetish for all things Disney. He was over critical of my work and did not waste time humiliating me when he got the chance. By the time eighth grade rolled around, I was the latest addition to the dance program and the newest laughing stock of the school as being a male dancer was still deemed emasculating and weak.
By AR Terique5 years ago in Confessions
A little pee never hurt anybody, right?!?
Have you ever had that dream where you need to go to the bathroom so badly that you piss yourself in public? No? Really?!? Just me then, huh? Well that’s embarrassing. Imagine, if you can, what it would be like if that came true. And not just anywhere. Of course not. Imagine if it happened in HIGH SCHOOL.
By Jessica Miller5 years ago in Confessions
Memoirs of a Clumsy Girl: Muddle Puddle Mayhem
Drip. Drip. Splat. The sounds echo in the silence of the giant gymnasium turned exam room. Just ignore it and keep writing, keep the focus on the questions. Drip. Drip. Splat. An annoyed sigh floats across the room from the professors at the front. Drip. Drip. Splat. A snicker from the back of the room had me writing faster. How did I manage to find myself in this place?
By Dianne Crompton5 years ago in Confessions
My Most Embarrassing Therapist Moment
I always thought being a Therapist meant I had to be perfect all of the time. I was completing my Master’s degree in Clinical Mental Health Counseling in a state far away from my family at a time when my life was anything but “perfect.” I worked 60-70 hours a week and didn’t know how to take care of myself.
By Mari Moore5 years ago in Confessions
Where do Babies Come From?
At what age did you stop asking yourself, "where do babies come from?". Do you remember the exact moment that you put two and two together, and realized the true process to the creation of life? Well, I can assure you that every person that I know stopped asking themselves that question long before I did. Welcome to a life of pure childhood innocence. Welcome to a life where pertinent information was withheld from a child for far too long. Welcome to a life where a teenager wasn't able to get a date to the dance because they believed that babies were born out of their mother's behind. Welcome to my life.
By Sloan5 years ago in Confessions
The Painted Lady
Now, I have quite a few tattoos. For the longest time I never got any tattoo below the bicep, so I could at least cover them up for work and so on. It got to the point where I would forget about them at times or just didn’t register them when I saw them in the mirror. But when I began teaching in Japan I took even greater care to never show my ink, I would even thicker or darker shirts to prevent the dark ink from showing through the cloth. Even at the height of summer which, lemme tell you, was quite awful for a woman who was built for colder climates.
By Jean Riehm5 years ago in Confessions
Moment To Overcome
My sister's music can be heard from the room next door, muffled and indistinct. I roll over, stifling a yawn as I reach for my phone to check the time. It's six in the morning, still dark out and chilly. We're both meant to be ready to leave the house by eight. The team is dancing today for the annual Latin Festival! We had all gone the year before and been reinvited. With energy beginning to bubble from excited nerves I sit up, stand and grabbing my makeup bag. Brushing my teeth and lathering my face with a gentle cleanser I finish in the bathroom, going to knock on her door. Entering, I find her already sitting on a pillow on the floor, her mirror at her side and her own makeup spread around her. For the next hour and a half we sit chatting comfortably, singing along when a shared favourite song comes on. With our makeup done and both our hair pulled up and back into high slick buns, we help each other attach the flowery headpiece just above the left ear. It's tricky because having used an unseemly amount of hairspray to lay our hair smooth and neat, it's troublesome to get the pins to stay, not to mention needing to make sure the flowers are secure enough to dance. Our hair and accessories must stay in place for the duration of the set. Having said that, I carefully pull several strings of colorful beads over my head and adjust them at my neck, setting them straight along one another. Breakfast consists of oatmeal for me and toast with butter for my sister, my dad joins us in the kitchen with his cereal and we talk about the day before us. As the clock flashes seven forty five, we rinse our dishes and hurry back to our rooms, packing our dresses in black garment bags. We each were lent three dresses when we joined the team. They are made of bright blues, yellows, reds, purples, and greens. They had all been brought from El Salvador by the leader of the group and were very special. Gently and efficiently I zip close the bags and recheck what else I've packed; a water bottle, a couple of snack bars, a small container of dress pins and hair clips, deodorant, a perfume bottle, two bottles of hairspray, my phone charger, headphones, my wallet, sandals for onstage, and lastly a change of comfy clothes for after the show!
By Sofia5 years ago in Confessions
I was Booed Off Stage at a Black Comedy Club
I am 70 years old and have been doing stand-up comedy at open mic nights for over 30 years. I worked for an international software company based in Holland and traveled the world. It was a great opportunity to travel to many US cities and I attended an open mic night every chance I got, especially bigger cities like San Francisco, Chicago, St Louis, and many others. I usually had no problem embarrassing myself on purpose as my comedy centers around my size. At 6’6, 375 you can bet that I get noticed when I come on stage. I have a standard set that is timed perfectly at 5 minutes so that comedy club managers know that I will not abuse my time slot.
By Trent Fox5 years ago in Confessions
