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I am a high school drop out, in fact dropped out of school twice. I was not a bad kid who partied, done drugs or was lazy. I suffered from physical disability and many mental illnesses. The teachers where not accommodating either and I would often act as the class clown and rebel against authority.
By Silence is golden4 years ago in Confessions
The sweet girl of heaven who was forced to death by the husband of the town tyrant
Preface At the beginning of 2018, I accompanied my wife back to my natal home. At the beginning of the heavy snow that day, we went for a walk and ran into her junior high school classmate Mixia at the gate of my wife's alma mater.After seeing each other for a long time, the two of them were naturally overjoyed. After a greeting, the two who had reached middle age remembered the past on campus. When she was leaving, Meixia suddenly said faintly: "Days can't help but pass! In a blink of an eye, Teacher Bai has passed away for more than 20 years. She was less than 30 years old when she left." As she spoke, Meixia's voice choked with sobs. The eyes of his wife were flushed.On the way back, I asked my wife what kind of illness did the teacher Bai, who had left at such a young age, got? After hearing this, she hung her head for a while, and then slowly said: "Mr. Bai is not sick. She hanged herself."There was a sudden shock in my heart, and I couldn't speak for a while. The wife spoke up and told me about the past intermittently.
By Mz zahid4 years ago in Confessions
The Road to Homelessness
It Was Good While it Lasted It was a good life while it lasted. I lived with my dad, a retired worker from an electronics plant and a retired Airforce Master Sargent, and my uncle, my mom’s brother, a retired plumber. We lived in a three-bedroom house that my dad bought after my mom died.
By Lawson Wallace4 years ago in Confessions
Grade 9's A Mess, But Little Romeo Meets Juliet Next
Act 2 Part 1 Along the fair flat Saskatchewan Prairies our scene continues to grow. Romeo is about to meet Juliet among the fray of life and it's lows. The hero tries everything to make it through high school and unto a place I belong. Can you predict the ending of this song?
By The Passionate Autistic5 years ago in Confessions
My Kappa Sweetheart
I have nothing but the utmost respect for fraternities and sororities, especially black frats and soros at predominantly white institutions when you make up a small percentage of the overall student population you could feel alone. The frats and soros give the minority student a sense of belonging to something bigger than themselves.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Confessions
RS CENTRAL vs EAST
It’s the night before the biggest game of the young basketball season. The eve of Small Town Friendly finally seeing firsthand what's all the fuss surrounding Kincaid. We are to play our cross-town rivals: East High Cavaliers. They have a formidable squad, a senior laden team. The leader is their star point guard, David. He is 6 foot 3 long arms a great defender and intimidates most other point guards in the always tough Southwestern Conference. Tracy, their power forward, was as big as an offensive lineman and second best player.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Confessions
I Was Only Twelve When She First Touched Me
I remember the moment clear as day. It was 6th grade; Mrs. Gordon was my teacher. She was like my mom's age and super friendly for an adult I guess (at least that's what I thought when I was 12). Always very attentive to our class. It wasn't until later that I understood WHY she was extra attentive to some of us.
By Rick Martinez5 years ago in Confessions
King of Kourts
My Teammates and I are on our Carver Middle activity bus, on our way to the first game of the season against our cross-town rival, New Hope Middle. The bus is quiet, nervous energy fills the air, the only sounds: the noisy bus engine and the rattling of windows after each bump in the road.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Confessions
My Super Ho Ro
It’s our last home game of the season and Fan Appreciation Day at Littlejohn, which means each player goes to his assigned table 30 minutes after the completion of the game to sign autographs for an hour. We have yet to lose a home game, going undefeated at Littlejohn and crushing the two dominant teams in our conference: the Tar Heels and Blue Devils.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Confessions
College Street
It's been twelve years, but I'll never forget my first time on College Street. I was in the passenger's seat of Betsy, my mother's white 3-Series sport wagon that was a complete lemon. The fact that she had made the trip made the day seem slightly miraculous before anything had happened. We couldn't have been doing less than 45 (knowing my mother). Still, the sight of the morning sun filtering in through the canopy of trees, set amongst the late-19th century reddish brownstone and brick buildings of the campus, plays out mentally in slow motion. As my mother's manual transmission filled the quiet Massachusetts town with a sound reminiscent of the Grand Prix, I knew in my gut that I would go to the women's college on College Street.
By Justine Olivia Marks5 years ago in Confessions
