Teenage years
Sticks and Stones
We all remember our first real crush. The first person to give us butterflies in our stomach and get our hearts fluttering. The memories of our first crush often make us feel a mixture of fondness, heartbreak, and embarrassment. My memories of my first real crush often make me feel shame, and I often cringe at the things I did to try to get his attention and win him over. However, there is also an unfortunate twist in my story. My first real crush was also my worst bully.
By Lisa Lupo5 years ago in Confessions
A Hot Commodity
During the most awful time in my life I got arrested five times in just as many months. I wasn't really that bad of a kid. I was a stoner with hair down to my shoulders and girl pants round my butt, but I grew up in the heart of the most religious county on earth. It was like growing up in the truman show and I was the anomaly. Wearing tight pants, a stoned face, and long hair in my city was paramount to placing yourself on the "Most-wanted list."
By Michael J. Heil5 years ago in Confessions
Sex on the Golf Course
I was in foster care at the age of Seventeen, simply because my mother was a drunk, and I needed more than she was giving me. I had just found out that I was 4 months pregnant and had no idea what to do to care for myself and my bulging belly. I was given a choice to terminate the pregnancy if I wanted, they could do it that day. I asked if I could think about it for a few days and they made me an appointment to come back in three days to render my decision, and if I decided that I wanted the pregnancy terminated, they would do it right then.
By C. M. Sears5 years ago in Confessions
An Open Letter To High School Coachs Everywhere
Dear Coach, I would like to thank you first off for the years you have dedicated to breaking kid's spirits. For killing off a child's love for sports. Primarily for teaching kids that regardless of how hard you work, how much effort you put in that in the end, it doesn't really matter.
By Kenna Rae5 years ago in Confessions
The Wurst Experience
The early 2000’s hurt my feelings; the way we dressed as teenagers, to the way we smeared black eyeliner around our eyes and never washed the old makeup off of our faces. The way Bath and Body Works products oozed from our pores to cover up the fact that we refused to shower after gym class because we were all too insecure about our pubescent bodies. One thing that hurts the most to think about is my first crush; there’s a memory of him that lurks in the depths of my mind only to pop up around 3:00am when I’m having trouble sleeping.
By Ana Schlegel5 years ago in Confessions
Gang, Rent A Prostitute
My mom taught at my middle school. She taught 6th grade science and math classes and was always making sure I was on my best behavior. If I got in trouble for something, nobody knew about it because she would be contacted directly, immediately and discreetly. This naturally lead to my being sneaky and underhanded as a child and throughout my adolescence. I would try to find ways to cut classes or finesse free concessions at sporting events. I wasn’t very athletic myself at this point in my life so I had to find other avenues to make friends as well. My friends were hard to keep because my mom was a teacher and nobody wants to feel like they’re forever being chaperoned, especially during this time of self discovery and bad decisions that is middle school. I was in the national junior beta club, honors society, student council, show choir and gospel choir while I was in middle school, and from an outside perspective I was a model student. I copied my homework from hispanic students who didn’t get enough credit. My friends stole things and just didn’t do homework altogether. Things were really simple and easy enough to work through, all the while life was still interesting enough to keep me entertained.
By J.D. Stark5 years ago in Confessions
Opium For The Masses
Where the fuck did opium go? He might have been 14 when his parents sent him to Lawrence, Kansas to live with his friend Nick for the summer. 14 would have made it 1996. He didn’t remember too much from that time, but there was a shitload of 7-11 Big Gulp sodas, blunts, 40oz’s… which was what had had grown accustomed to from being 12-13 years old living in Connecticut… but was something of a surprise to see that same thing carrying on in some ‘hick state’ a thousand miles away.
By Bryan Donoghue5 years ago in Confessions
First Day
High school is made of embarrassing moments. Well, at least it is if you are anything like me. I thought I knew about luck but I had no idea. Now that I think about it, I'm still unlucky I just try to cope with each embarrassing moment and learn to laugh at myself. As a teenager ... This was not the case.
By M.K Jonae5 years ago in Confessions
Most Embarrassing Moment
Honestly, I've had my embarrassing moments that has happened in my life here and there but there was something I would never forget 14 years ago during my adolescent years. The world’s most embarrassing thing that has ever happen to me was at middle school. I was a student at Montgomery Village Middle School in the 7th grade.
By Gladys W. Muturi5 years ago in Confessions
Just A Local Girl
Living in the south of France is a dream for most people. With its 300 days of sun and being considered a playground for the rich and famous, you would think everyone living here would be on cloud nine. I wish that was me. While it is a beautiful place to live, being a local has its drawbacks. Namely, always being left behind. When I was younger, it wasn’t such a big deal. You know what they say about kids being resilient and all. It wasn’t until I got older and started being noticed by the vacationers that I realized how much it sucked to always be the one waving others off. Back to their real lives, their real friends, their new adventures. While I stay here and go back to my boring life, waiting for the next high season to meet new people and make new friends.
By Tierra Jenkins5 years ago in Confessions
