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The moment I lost my son
There's a moment in every woman's life that getting pregnant is such a long awaited joy. Then you have females like myself who always said that marriage and kids are for another kind of person. I had so much against getting pregnant and even just dedicating my life to another person before I lived my life. Be careful what you wish for, the Universe/God, may just give you exactly what you ask for.
By Chitquitita Harden5 years ago in Confessions
Know the Difference Between Distractive Loneliness and Desired Solitude
My kind of loneliness rather aggravated than relieved the gloom of my life. I stole cautiously towards my secluded bench in the middle of a little island of sunflowers in their utmost bloom and richness of color. One would be almost invisible amongst those kingly looking plants with their golden crowns and massive leaves.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Confessions
My Drug Addicted Boss Once Tried to Teach Me Acting
I am not a particularly cocky person... At least, not anymore. Admittedly, I used to be a very cocky person. In my first summer away from college, having studied "the art of acting" for two whole semesters, I re-joined a summer stock program for the second year in a row. And let me tell you, I thought I was the shit. Turns out, I was just a piece of shit.
By Andrew Martin Dodson5 years ago in Confessions
Boobies on the Blackboard
I have always considered myself the class clown. Well, at least to me, my jokes were funny. On my tombstone, I was told, they were going to write, “He thought, he was funny.” You see, my comedy started way back in the first grade. The thought of making other people laugh was so satisfying to me. I loved being a stand up comedian. On show and tell days, I never brought anything to show, but boy, could I tell. I would talk about the weekend escapades at my house or make up some fantasy story about how Big Foot came to my window last night. The other kids ate it up. I would have them leaning forward in their tiny little chairs wanting more. It was just harmless fun. Fake spiders on desks. Making milk come out my nose. Putting chocolate cookies on bread to make my famous, cookie sandwich. Throwing up in a bowl of jelly beans at a Christmas school party. Wait, that wasn't on purpose, but that's another story. Anyway, it was all to make a person laugh. But, in every comic's life, there comes his big break. You see, that was back in the days when the bathroom was in the classroom by the door. I always dreamed about what I would do, if the teacher ever took a restroom break during class. You see, that was rare. They always waited until recess or lunch time. But they never, ever, left kids alone in the classroom for an extended amount of time. I realize now, it was probably because of kids like me. Hmmm, an awakening. Anyway, I don't know what Ms. Bondry, (name changed to protect the innocent), ate the night before, but by the way she kept grabbing her stomach, you could tell she was not feeling well that morning. Then, the unthinkable happened. "Kids, you all finish writing the alphabet. I will be right back." OMG! She went to the restroom. Slam! The bathroom door closed. I jumped out of my seat. I looked at the other kids in the room. A look of anticipation dawned on their bright little faces. I was in the spotlight. I was stunned, but then it hit me. What did I love more then Ironman? Boobies! I quickly ran to the blackboard, and began to draw the biggest pair of boobies I could. From top to bottom. From side to side. Big. Round. Huge. Boobies. You get the point. The class was in an uproar. A flush sound was heard, as I placed the chalk back on the tray underneath the blackboard, and began to fight my way through the chairs back to my desk. As I turned to sit down, my eyes met Ms. Bondry's eyes coming out of the bathroom for a split second. I sat down and the class became quiet. a few mumbles were heard as she approached the blackboard. She stood for what seemed like an hour looking at my masterpiece. My mind raced. Did she see me? Dead silence filled the air. She turned around and scanned the classroom. She passed me. Whoa! I was safe. Yippee! She scanned back in my direction. Oh no. Was I caught? "Bobby, (please do not ever call me that now or we will have a problem) did you do this?" My mouth dropped. I had no response. All of the sarcastic words, I had come to learn in my young mind had left me. But... I still had my three secret weapons to get out of any bad situation. You see, I always had a stutter. That was number one go-to plan. I began to stutter furiously, to try and get sympathy. "Kids, sit quietly. Bobby come with me." My second go-to plan was deployed. I cried like a newborn baby. There is just something about children's tears that pull at the heart strings of adults. It failed. She was really mad. I began combining one and two, but that didn't even work. If they called and told my mom what I did, I knew, I would never make it to second grade. Vergie didn't play that! I figured right then I had to go where no kid has gone before. Number three! As we approached the principle's office door. I vomited on the door, in the hallway and on Ms. Bondry. I fell to the floor like a sniper hit me. Finally, it worked. They took me to the nurse's office, and the boobies on the blackboard incident, as it was later to be called, was never spoke about again. Until now.
By Robby Robb Lewis5 years ago in Confessions
Living With Two Pathological Liars, I Learned to Distinguish the Truth
There is a taint of death, a flavor of mortality in lie. My roommates in college (where I took journalism courses in writing, reporting, and editing) spent their time backbiting and intriguing against each other. I breathed an air of plotting and slander during the first couple of days in their company and detested the two girls heartily.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Confessions
Why Life Is A Lot More Fun When We Stop Trying to Be Perfect
“Oh, my lord,” he said, “I forgot to shave my left leg!” That may not sound like a particularly remarkable announcement, but Jenny and I were sitting in a rented bus that took our high-class class to the beach on "Senior Cut Day" a few weeks before graduation, and her discovery shocked me.
By Sulav kandel5 years ago in Confessions
The Lost Love that Saved my Life
In my adolescence, I got crushes on people that I had only seen and interacted with a few times, but none of that prepared me for what I was about to experience. I met this guy who went to school with me through a similar extracurricular activity. He was a couple grades below me and typically I didn’t go for guys younger than me, so I didn’t pay him much attention. He knew my best friend really well, so as time went on I got more familiar with him.
By Penelope Williams5 years ago in Confessions
