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The One with the Teacher Crush
I didn't expect to be unrelentingly enchanted by my professor. It just sort of happened. You simply start to develop this peculiar fascination with somebody. A sense of longing, almost like an addiction. You learn to enjoy their presence. To find their being there comforting and reassuring to you. I had never gotten up the courage to out myself as a lesbian before university. I definitely didn't plan on doing so in the middle of the classroom with a number of other individuals there with me, including the professor in question. No. This was most certainly not on the syllabus for those years at the university.
By Amber Dawn5 years ago in Confessions
Lights On
Sophomore year of high school I had freshly joined the school's theater program, I was new to acting in front of an actual audience, but not acting in itself. We were on our last day of Hell Week, meaning we were running rehearsals from right after school till 9 pm. Running rehearsals in full costumes, testing our queues, using our props, and checking our marks, was a lot.
By Ria 5 years ago in Confessions
Red Hat Society
I could tell you about all the clothes I have found through out the years of thrifting. The pieces that bring me most joy and fulfill an empowering walk within that day. I could also walk through my room remembering the stories behind each random thing, because quite frankly I don’t remember where I get somethings, unless I really think about it. Today I want to take you back to a few months ago when I seemed to binge purchase, things that seemly match a file in my brain.
By Valentine Casey5 years ago in Confessions
The Lightbulb Moment
Have ever wanted someone you know is way out of your league someone you can see but can't touch. Someone who is on your mind all the time and no matter what you do you can't get this person off your mind. For me, that person is Johnny Edlind, for those who don't know him the photo above is him. This is a singer, photographer, model, and entrepreneur. I have been following him for years as when I started writing one the apps I used to get my work out there was and still is a platform called Chapter Interactive Stories. This platform had just added a feature where now you as the reader can write your own stories they also allow you to add photos so I saw him and a lot more tattooed models that the writer on this app used all the time Stephen James was another one. He lives in London and uses to play futball or as we Americans call it soccer. Both bodies are full of tattoos and both unbelievably attractive. At first, when I started following his page I stayed hidden I didn't want to be one of those girls who contact a public figure just because I like the way he looks. I wanted more than that to be honest what I wanted more than anything at first was a mentor but, even that I kept to myself for years because to me I thought no guy like him would ever take on a girl like me. There was nothing special about me nothing that stood out I had one gift that I knew I could do and that was telling stories but even that I was having trouble with at the time because I had yet found my voice in my writing so everything that I had put out on this app to me was just crap. I can't count how many times I started a story only to delete it when it was not going the way I saw in my head. I have this problem where in my mind I can jump 3 chapters ahead and know what will happen the fun part for me is basically filling in blanks and making the story pop even more to the reader. I love that about writing when you write you are not you at the moment you are the one you are writing about.
By GhostTheWriter5 years ago in Confessions
The Trade
The Trade I was in fourth grade at St. John the Baptist grade school and life hadn’t scarred me, yet. There were two classes in every grade, 1st thru 8th and I drew 4A and my teacher was Sister Peters, or as we kids knew her, Sister Pickle Face, she always had a sour look plastered on her mug. At mid semester break my parents were informed I was being transferred, traded outright, to 4B, why, well there was no explanation, but back then you just did as told. I had a straight A report card except for conduct and that wasn’t good. My parents figured I was too much in class, but I had just turned nine, how much trouble could I be? And was the worst part was Sister Pickle got a student to be named later, it was humiliating.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
Growing up in the Twilight Era
Looking back, I'm surprised that the global phenomenon of Twilight initially passed me by. I actually had not heard of Twilight until 2008, when the film was just being released on DVD. Through classmates conversations, my knowledge of the story went as far as - a bland girl fancies a moody vampire, but gets caught in a love triangle with a muscle-head werewolf. That was it. I probably may not have even watched it, if not for my mother buying me a copy at our local Blockbusters' as a gift - anyone else remember Blockbusters? Good times. So with no knowledge or expectations, I decided to give this film a try.
By Ted Ryan5 years ago in Confessions
To be a writer.
Writing and reading have always been passions of mine. Ever since I was a young girl I can always remember being able to read ahead of others. I've always been told by others and felt myself that I had a way with words and writing, but somehow lately when I sit down to get anything done I can only manage to barely attempt to put the words in my brain into writing. My brain seems to be covered in a dark fog lately my mind drifts off into a million directions and the letters on the keyboard in front of me all start to blur together while I drift into daydreams.
By Amber St John5 years ago in Confessions
And That's on Periods
I am the most embarrassing person alive. Wait. Let me rephrase that: I am the most embarrassed person alive. This is not hyperbolic. If my mind was the main vessel in Inside Out, it wouldn't be the lovely Joy leading the ship. It would be Fear because I am afraid of being embarrassed. To make matters worse, I am living as an embarrassed person despite not having done anything embarrassing today or yesterday.
By Bella Leon5 years ago in Confessions
