School
an open letter to ernest hemingway... kind of
So, here is the story: When I was a sophomore in college, I was taking a class called Medieval British Literature. This class, to put it mildly, absolutely changed my life. Truly. I do not know how to accurately express how much taking this class moved me. How my life shifted forever. And I will always be grateful. It is one of the best classes I have ever taken, and I’d take it again in a heartbeat.
By Jordan Parkinson4 years ago in Confessions
you are still alive in me
We met in Class 11. We were the clinchers of our group. Whenever the entire class anticipated competition between us, here we were, seeing someone. Those 2 years we were enthusiastically hanging tight for each other each and every day. Arriving at school much before it begins and in a real sense wandering the city market together after the school. The sellers in the market were presently knowing us. At this point both our folks had some awareness of our relationship. She told herself and my sweet sister exploded my cover. I have never met her folks till today yet she has met mine on a few events. Once, she alongside her folks chanced upon my folks in that equivalent market. My folks are actually quite cordial. This occurrence will doubtlessly tell. My father drove me and her to our date place and got us in the evening (This was upon the arrival of our goodbye in class twelfth when we went out on the town after the school goodbye party) ( I didnt have a driving permit in those days)
By vaibhav sharma 4 years ago in Confessions
My Biggest Bully Was My Teacher
Before I start, I must explain that this teacher was not only my teacher in the first grade of elementary, but then also again in grade four. It was two of the worst years of my childhood and to this day I still have trouble with authority.
By S.A. Ozbourne4 years ago in Confessions
For the Love of Pete
For Pete’s sake! Whatever that means. Growing up in the “boondocks” as some call it or the “bush” in Alaska, we never used slang terminology. I remember someone calling our village the “bush”. What do you mean the bush? I thought we were called a village? People coming from out of town or “down states” as we call it, calling us the “bush” confuses me even up to this day. I remember watching shows in Austrailia and on the "tele," they would call a village; bush. Maybe that’s where it comes from, who knows.
By Ina Pavila4 years ago in Confessions
Refuse to be labeled!
February 17, 2022 Brisbane, Australia. Girls Boarding School. Year 12 class presentations. There’s that girl again, something quite alluring about her. Perhaps OCD, she always sits the fourth row back, furthest left. Hiding behind thick brown curls and green glasses. Leaning into her fisted hand. School’s barely been back a week and already slogged with a presentation piece. How this will aid our future I do not know or care. With the pandemic on the loose, the only preparation we can manage is keeping things unstructured.
By Len Lei4 years ago in Confessions
Seven Days..
Day#1 Dear Diary, Yet, another day in class was so boring. *Yawn* I sat there wondering when the bell would ring. My teacher talked all day while I had this horrible headache, but today was interesting for the first time this school year. A guy across the way gave me the eye so I looked away for a second, then looked back at him. He still was starring while I smiled and looked away again. I was so shy that I looked down for the rest of class time.
By Keyseven4 years ago in Confessions
Black Music VS. White Music
Written: 11/29/2018. Partially revised: 2/10/22 One day in my Christian Foundations class, our teacher told us that he listened to and enjoyed, favorited, Kendrick Lamar’s album Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City; he explained how some things in the album relate to the lesson: how God puts an eternal desire for Him in all human beings. After he was finished talking, I asked him, “did you Google this stuff yesterday or something, or did you actually listen to the album?”
By C.R. Stein4 years ago in Confessions
Public School vs Home School
So, I’m wrong for not wanting to drop my kids off with strangers but your correct because you drop your kids off with strangers hmmm. No, were just two different people with different looks on life. Yes, I am a teacher, or in college to be now and I was teaching but yeah covid. Parents can trust me with there children I know I am a good person but if they don’t trust me defiantly would understand I would not be offended. The parents that do trust the teachers I understand that, build a relationship. Its not about just trust for me, I could trust the whole staff all I want but that doesn’t change reality for me.
By Perqwaila 4 years ago in Confessions
Virtual Kindergarten
When I started in education thirty years ago, computers were only found in the office of the administrators and secretaries. Attendance was taken on an attendance sheet and a responsible student would run it to the office. Now, fastforwarding to 2022 and the COVID-19 pandemic is still reeling it's ugly head. It has affected more than just inconvenience of favorite restaurants closing early, or the favorite items you run to the store to grab are out of stock most of the time. In many states in the U.S., online learning is still in play, or at least a opportune alternative.
By N’Brai Sullivan4 years ago in Confessions
