Teenage years
Letters Never Sent- Vol 3
September 20, 1989 Dear Lisa, Being back in school stinks, I don’t mind tho, since I have summer memories to get me thru my long boring days of geometry. When I want to think about you, I pull out my script from summer camp and re-read our scenes together. I have learned to only do this when I am alone, since doing the voices out loud for both parts makes people stare. And I have been reading even more plays whenever I can even tho I have a hard time understanding all the words that Shakespeare uses, it's not like when I was with you and they just sort of made sense. I sure am glad that we didn't have to stage it like they did back in Victorian times, or i would've been stuck kissing Ronny Felderbaum instead of you. (though i heard he is a pretty good kisser, that's what i heard anyway).. but i digress..
By Bill Arrowood4 years ago in Confessions
Letters Never Sent- Vol 2
Sept 28, 1988 Dear Jenny, Its been five days since I last saw you. Well actually its been like a five days since I saw you first, I mean, well, since I saw you for the first time. I’m sure someday I will look back at that moment and remember it fondly, but right now I am pretty embarrassed.
By Bill Arrowood4 years ago in Confessions
Can I Believe in Me?
It's harder to believe in ourselves than it is to believe in others. When I was a little girl, my mom told me I could do anything and be anything I wanted. I wanted to be a firefighting pop star policewoman who also saved wild animals; I was an ambitious child. I tore apart travel magazines and posted pictures around my room from all over the world, places I wanted to see, things I wanted to do.
By Mae McCreery4 years ago in Confessions
Mom, the one who saw potential
My mom has always been one of my biggest inspirations and support systems. Even when I was younger I knew I could go to her if I ever needed anything. She may be mad, or disappointed but she would always have my back if I had an issue. She is also one of the strongest women I know - every time I learn something new about her, I'm in awe of the kind of woman she is. She lights up the room when she walks in, and it gets a little darker when she leaves.
By Hannah Cozicar4 years ago in Confessions
TraffikStop
Traffic Stop Started Off Wrong I can not say that my story starts any differently from others born to teenage parents. I can not say that I had a beginning so terrible that the events to follow were expected from me, due to my upbringing. In fact, quite the contrary.
By Chimere Brown4 years ago in Confessions
Loosing My Mind (and Body)
The title to this work is dramatic. I'm dramatic, so I guess that it fits. But this is also somewhat of a rant. So, I'm obviously not going to go into a great amount of personal detail here (funny, because I spill all my mental secrets), but I do want to talk, so talk I will.
By Sabrina Jameson4 years ago in Confessions
MY FIRST LOVE
It was the first day of school after the summer and I was 15 years old at that time when I fell in love with a boy two or three years older than me. The time has passed a lot after that but still, I have vivid memories of that boy and those ecstatic feelings. He may have forgotten me but I still sometimes think about him unconsciously.
By Nisha Thulung Rai4 years ago in Confessions
