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PomPoms & Perfumed Shoes. Top Story - April 2021.
I look around my messy room with irritation as I search for my cheer shoes. My Cheer coach is really nit-picky about us dressing in very specific ways, and these shoes are part of the uniform. I gleefully shout in relief when I find the other shoe hiding under a pile of dirty clothes. I start thinking about the cheer routines we planned for today, and then my cheeks heated as I remembered that today’s basketball game would include Adam Parker, my super crush. Suddenly I check my reflection in the mirror, making sure my frizzy curls are somewhat manageable and cute. Everything looks fine, but then an odd thought hits me when I look back at those white shoes with our school colors painted on one side….
By Mycheille Norvell5 years ago in Confessions
The Bathroom
When I was in third grade I really needed to use the bathroom. Unfortunately my teacher was giving us a lecture or something and I tried raising my hand to ask to go to the bathroom but she told me no and to wait for her to finish what she was saying then I could ask again. Her lecture felt like it lasted for an hour or more and when she finally finished I raised my hand again and she finally nodded to let me go.
By Michael Figueroa5 years ago in Confessions
University Attendance Officer circa 2017, I Can Explain
Before my successful burger-flipping career took off, I used to be an English student. As a quiet, bookish person with a fear of the opposite sex and a tendency to blush at the tiniest piece of attention, many university experiences led to awkward situations for me. But, as I endured such experiences, I think I somewhat gained confidence in myself, and gradually became more comfortable contributing to groups or talking to other students. Or so I thought.
By Matty Long5 years ago in Confessions
The Obstacle Course
Like most human beings I sometimes find myself cruising down memory lane. Sometimes memories of my youth come to me at breakneck speed. This is one of those memories. A memory that is so much part of me but one that I would love to forget with a sharp blow to the back of the head. This was perhaps one of the most embarrassing events in my life as a teenager in high school. It was so embarrassing that at the moment that the event was unfolding I remember wishing that the Principal would get on the P.A. system and announce, “Ladies and gentlemen, nothing of what you are witnessing now will matter in about 15 minutes because the missiles are in the air! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!”
By STEVE ATHANASAKIS5 years ago in Confessions
One Legged Butt Kicking
So to my knowledge Mater Dei never had a female football player, nor a player with an artificial leg, my last year there, I got both, on one team. I was flummoxed and was unsure how to handle this group, and with no one to turn to I leaned on myself, which by the way makes walking difficult, and made up my own rules.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
Trapped
It has become an endless cycle of ups and downs everyday. Today I have decided to write about my schedule of having depression in my life. Some may be able to relate, other's may not; either way every person is unique and individualized towards their mental health. I started therapy when I was in middle school and continue to go to therapy today as a college student. The time between middle school and college, I had went to already three treatment centers, one emergency room visit, and over 5 different therapists. Was it a struggle? Yes. Was it worth going through each treatment? Yes. Do I still have negative thoughts and feelings? Yes. Do I want to give up? No.
By Doors to Life5 years ago in Confessions
I Almost Failed my First Year of College
Nearly ten years ago, I moved away from home to go to college for engineering. I was going to be living on campus in one of the dorms. I was both excited and nervous about being away from home for the first time. I also knew engineering was a very challenging and competitive program, and that made me a little nervous. However, I was a hard worker, and I had gotten good grades in high school, so I thought I would be okay.
By Joyce Kay5 years ago in Confessions
Dogs Rules vs. Mans
Most of us were taught the same rules by our parents, look both ways before you cross the street, say please and thank you and treat people the way you want to be treated. Sure we all had to be home when the street lights came on and answering the home phone was always a test “Dies resident, Greg Speaking”, this was long before I became Crack Egg. And every one of your parents friends were Mr. and Mrs. whatever. Those rules carried me through until I started school and then the rules started adding up.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
