School
Love Note
I don’t remember whose idea it was, Suzanne’s, Fiona’s, or mine. The three of us did everything together that year. We were in Form 2, the British equivalent of 8th grade. My family had moved to Dunedin, New Zealand in the middle of a US school year when I was in 7th grade. I’d had two summers that year, one in the States and one in New Zealand. I had always been a year younger than everyone in my class because my birthday fell at the end of the traditional cut-off date. Now I was the same age because of the reversal in seasons.
By Natalie Wilkinson4 years ago in Confessions
Diary of an Unkempt Mind
It was our second test of the first semester of the medical field. I was so sure that I could pass it. I spent two days studying; three if you count the actual test day. Plus, a portion of the time, we were given the option to look up answers. Sounds like a breeze, right? Well, the good news is Everyone passed with flying colors! The bad news? That’s everyone except me. Surprisingly the only worst part I feel about failing a test is lying to my classmates about my score. Then of course next class, we have a different instructor so there’s the reopening of the wound.
By Nichole L Deppe4 years ago in Confessions
How I Raised Rs 15,000 Within Three Hours, Being A Student!
Recklessness is an attribute most of us could easily associate with our student lives. But, putting it in a better way, maturity has not yet arrived, as we are still young. So, I will share a story from my student life, a tale about phases of developing maturity!
By ankit priyadarshi4 years ago in Confessions
The Phantoms
I sat in amazement as I stared at the whiteboard. A few kids gave some glances and confused stares, but it uncharacteristically didn’t bother me at all. I watched as the teacher drew shape after shape, dumbfounded at how she was making them move. It was as if I had apparated to Hogwarts and was reading the Daily Prophet. The figures spun and rotated, dancing as shadows were cast behind them by the fluorescent lights. Why wasn’t anyone else amazed? Couldn’t they see this pure magic? The moment was cut off as Mrs. Sine erased the board, moving on with her lecture, but I had stopped listening completely. What did that matter now? It wasn’t until lunch that I asked anyone about that moment.
By Ashley Morgan4 years ago in Confessions
p3d0hunter.exe
I am a high school drop out, in fact dropped out of school twice. I was not a bad kid who partied, done drugs or was lazy. I suffered from physical disability and many mental illnesses. The teachers where not accommodating either and I would often act as the class clown and rebel against authority.
By Silence is golden4 years ago in Confessions
The sweet girl of heaven who was forced to death by the husband of the town tyrant
Preface At the beginning of 2018, I accompanied my wife back to my natal home. At the beginning of the heavy snow that day, we went for a walk and ran into her junior high school classmate Mixia at the gate of my wife's alma mater.After seeing each other for a long time, the two of them were naturally overjoyed. After a greeting, the two who had reached middle age remembered the past on campus. When she was leaving, Meixia suddenly said faintly: "Days can't help but pass! In a blink of an eye, Teacher Bai has passed away for more than 20 years. She was less than 30 years old when she left." As she spoke, Meixia's voice choked with sobs. The eyes of his wife were flushed.On the way back, I asked my wife what kind of illness did the teacher Bai, who had left at such a young age, got? After hearing this, she hung her head for a while, and then slowly said: "Mr. Bai is not sick. She hanged herself."There was a sudden shock in my heart, and I couldn't speak for a while. The wife spoke up and told me about the past intermittently.
By Mz zahid4 years ago in Confessions
The Road to Homelessness
It Was Good While it Lasted It was a good life while it lasted. I lived with my dad, a retired worker from an electronics plant and a retired Airforce Master Sargent, and my uncle, my mom’s brother, a retired plumber. We lived in a three-bedroom house that my dad bought after my mom died.
By Lawson Wallace5 years ago in Confessions
Grade 9's A Mess, But Little Romeo Meets Juliet Next
Act 2 Part 1 Along the fair flat Saskatchewan Prairies our scene continues to grow. Romeo is about to meet Juliet among the fray of life and it's lows. The hero tries everything to make it through high school and unto a place I belong. Can you predict the ending of this song?
By The Passionate Autistic5 years ago in Confessions
My Kappa Sweetheart
I have nothing but the utmost respect for fraternities and sororities, especially black frats and soros at predominantly white institutions when you make up a small percentage of the overall student population you could feel alone. The frats and soros give the minority student a sense of belonging to something bigger than themselves.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Confessions
RS CENTRAL vs EAST
It’s the night before the biggest game of the young basketball season. The eve of Small Town Friendly finally seeing firsthand what's all the fuss surrounding Kincaid. We are to play our cross-town rivals: East High Cavaliers. They have a formidable squad, a senior laden team. The leader is their star point guard, David. He is 6 foot 3 long arms a great defender and intimidates most other point guards in the always tough Southwestern Conference. Tracy, their power forward, was as big as an offensive lineman and second best player.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Confessions
