School
Just Your Local Campus Barista
As you probably already know, college is expensive. And no one knows financial pressure like the full-time student and part-time worker (clocking in over 25 hours a week) who is trying to earn money for the monthly tuition payment and still keep their grades up to keep the academic scholarship they can't go to school without.
By Hailey C. Hughes4 years ago in Confessions
Trapped in a stairwell
Most of the time, when someone finds themselves trapped somewhere, that "somewhere" will either be in traffic before work, in a shower as the result of unknowingly not having a towel to wear on the way to their room, or a bad date that results in some really awkward moments. In my situation, I happened to find myself trapped in a stairwell.
By Maurice Williamson 4 years ago in Confessions
Wonderland of Canada
A Facebook friend was posting a trip about Wonderland and it brought back fun memories of my youth. My mom was very strict but she give me permission to go on this class field trip. I was graduating 8th grade from my Catholic school name, Annunciation. The school is now closed down. I was very lucky to have a diverse classmates. We had classmates from all ethnicities; Spanish, Russia, Irish, Italian, Scottish, India, African American and Asian descents.
By Mariann Carroll4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions From a Paraprofessional
I hate my kids. I don't have any biological children, but I have always looked at my students as my kids. I understand that not all of them are growing up with parents the way that I did. Two parents who love unconditionally, support dreams like it's their job, and listen to you even when their day was harder. I try to be that person for them. Someone who will listen to them even when they tell me to go fuck myself. Who helps them, not only academically but emotionally. Who believes in them even when they don't believe in themselves. Yet now I hate them, and I dread going to school a little more every day.
By Kelsey Winds4 years ago in Confessions
The Best Piece Of Candy I Ever Had
I’ve been sad for most of my life, I had to find ways to comfort myself and do little things to make myself feel better. Most of that was in the form of a piece of candy I would have a little basket and I would take one before I went to bed, I would have a couple in my pocket and hope it didn’t melt before I could eat it. There’s a distinction between using food to come for yourself and then using food to fill a void. I never treated food to fill a void, it was just something to make me feel better for five minutes and then I could bounce back and never develop an unhealthy eating disorder.
By Samantha Parrish4 years ago in Confessions
ADHD Isn't just “difficulty paying attention"
ADHD Is misunderstood I think. people with ADD or ADHD are written off as just being hyper or easily distracted. I haven’t even really fully understood what it means to have ADHD until recently, and I was diagnosed at When I was a lot younger. I'm now 23. here is some information to help you learn about it...
By Shelby smith 💖 4 years ago in Confessions
I'm Done Apologising for My Slow Processing...
I have struggled with a learning disability and slow processing speed since First school. Slow processing speed is exactly what it sounds like — the brain takes in and responds to stimulate and other information much slower than “normal.” I vividly remember always taking longer than everyone else to do basic things like complete a short worksheet, do my part of an in-class group work assignment, and take a test. Although I may work at a “slower” pace than my peers, the pace I work at allows me to access my work and complete it to the best of my ability.
By Shelby smith 💖 4 years ago in Confessions
My White Whale
My mom likes to say that she and I have the gift of BS. Give us the worst, most barren topic, and we’ll still be able to eke out a surprisingly substantial and meaningful response. It comes in handy when you’re stuck making idle chit-chat on a customer service line or forced talking with the great aunt you’ve avoided the entire family dinner. Of course, since I was an English major, this skill has been a lifesaver with essays. It even won me a place in my university’s annual anthology with an essay about a book I dislike. I even wrote it while suffering from a migraine attack (and if you don’t know just how much of a miracle that is, I envy you).
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 years ago in Confessions
Chronology of Secrets Kept Close to My Chest
MIDDLE SCHOOL: Mommy, do you know how many fights I got into in middle school? To count I need more fingers than two fists can hold. I say it is for your honor. Like leaving the kids at school with scars is enough to keep them from snickering at your schizophrenia. It isn't, and it takes one too many suspensions for me to find that out. Schizophrenia and stupid are not synonyms! There is a boy in my class who uses the two interchangeably like that is enough for me to change how I see you. It isn't, and it takes one too many hits for him to get it through his head. Schizophrenia and stupid are not synonyms he knows that now, but Schizophrenia and embarrassment have been conjoined twins of torture in my life.
By Maya Wright4 years ago in Confessions
From an Ending to a Beginning
It first started back in middle/high school. I remember one of the schools I went to had a class where we actually had to read books. You were required to read a set amount of books, but certain ones could get you points. It was an odd thing, looking back on it now. But I'm actually grateful for the class, because it was the start of my love for stories.
By Katherine Dawson4 years ago in Confessions
The End of a Semester
I am very grateful for my job. It allows me to make many mistakes with my schedules and course plans, feel dread at the prospect of seeing certain faces in my classes (more than once a week, sometimes), and combat the narrow thoughts of other teachers who make my comments feel like timid dancers in a verbal minefield. These are very rare gifts, and the fact that I am paid for all of these privileges is sugar thrown on honey. A part of me knows that I do not deserve any of it, but I cannot stay away. I need the benefits.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
