School

Young Writer
I was very young when I wrote my first piece. Surprisingly, I remember it well. I was in third grade, just seven years old. I had recently learned how to write complete sentences. We were assigned a task, which I completed quickly (a habit of mine, though not always accurately). I closed the notebook the teacher had provided and sat there with my pen, wanting to write something more. I headed to my dad's office where he kept stacks of loose leaf paper. I fetched the turtle-shaped step stool from the washroom, stood on it, and reached for the loose leaf paper. Gathering a few sheets, I began writing my very first short story, not for school. The story was riddled with spelling and grammar mistakes, but I could still understand it. Looking back, I noticed random "K"s in some words. I constantly confused words like "their," "there," and "they're," which highlights the complexities of the English language. Commas were absent throughout, a writing issue that persists today.
By Ada Zuba3 years ago in Confessions
The forbidden chocolate box!
Welcome to the chaotic world of a bustling hostel, where 63 rooms house students fervently pursuing their dreams. Today, I'm here to tell you a tale about the infamous "Chocolate Box." Hold your cocoa cravings, though, because we're not talking about actual chocolates in a box.
By Temjenungla Imchen3 years ago in Confessions
what do I want :
a healthy communicative relationship where toxicity isn't met with fire but with love or respect and being able to disagree and still showing me, love. I want to feel heard, I want to feel secure that I am being actively listened to and shown support through hard times. I want to feel like you in this because you want to not need to. I want to feel sexy without having to get undressed. I want a partner that I didn't have to settle with because I was lonely.
By samara3 years ago in Confessions
Wings of Resilience
The Shadow of Fear In the quiet town of Havenbrook, lived a young woman named Lily. She was known for her radiant smile and kind heart, but beneath her cheerful exterior lay a secret struggle. Lily had always been haunted by a deep fear of heights, a fear that had kept her from experiencing the thrill of adventure and the freedom of exploring the world from above.
By Ghizlane Ben El Hadj3 years ago in Confessions
Allahabad the journey to you.
I hail from the hills of a quaint town known as Kohima. There, the air is as pure as it comes, and the water possesses a crystal clarity. Vast, lush forests and valleys are draped in a blanket of vibrant green grass. Rain is a daily visitor, bestowing its blessings upon the sloping rooftops of every house. Yet, amidst this apparent abundance, the most ironic aspect is the scarcity of water—a paradox that defines the place. It's a locale filled with its own mysteries and folktales; stories best shared on another day.
By Temjenungla Imchen3 years ago in Confessions
Love, Laughter, and Moonlight: Chronicles of an Unforgettable Year
It was during my year of national youth service in Ogun State that our paths first crossed. The universe had orchestrated our meeting, assigning us both to Ado-odo LGA as National Youth Service Corp (NYSC) members. However, none of us could have fathomed the enchanting journey that lay ahead.
By Saheed Abdulsalam3 years ago in Confessions
GARDENIA 'Secret Love'
"Whispers of the Heart: A Secret Love Confession" In a curious little town settled between moving slopes, carried on with a delicate soul named Lily. She was referred to by a larger number of people as the contemplative young lady with a heart as sensitive as a murmur, consistently lost in her own considerations. Lily's days were spent in the midst of the pages of her #1 books, meandering the sunlit glades, and keeping an eye on the energetic blossoms in her nursery. Notwithstanding, concealed underneath her quiet outside was a mysterious that mixed her heart - an implicit love for somebody in particular.
By Deepty3 years ago in Confessions
Childhood now vs then ...
I born and raised in a small town . I barely saw the city and city life in my childhood . All I had was beautiful nature , big play ground , lots of friends to play . Me and my friends went to school on foot in a big group . We waited in our home for the arrival of our group and on the roads one by one more joined with us . We didn’t need any guardian to reach us to school . We were enough for us .
By Yash3 years ago in Confessions
Keke Palmer’s Boyfriend Darius Jackson
Keke Palmer stood in the bustling coffee shop, waiting for her latte to be ready. She absentmindedly glanced at her phone, scrolling through social media updates. Her thoughts were far from her surroundings until a voice broke through her reverie.
By ifeanyi ogbu3 years ago in Confessions
Miracle or Mistake?
I was in the fifth grade when life decided to hurl two more curveballs at me, back-to-back. At eleven years old, I received my first visit from the "Red Queen." Navigating something that not many of my classmates were experiencing made me feel even more like an outsider. The feelings cemented when I had to have my dad bring a change of clothes and pads for me one day due to an accident I had. I was still new to it, but I felt embarrassment all the same. Around the same time, I experienced something else none of my classmates had. I was in constant pain, crying often from my joints aching all over. My parents took me to a doctor, and after running multiple tests, we were told my diagnosis was JRA (Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis). I had to miss at least two weeks of school while my parents and I had to travel to a nearby state to receive the care I needed, as none of the institutions around us were equipped to do so. My parents had to carry me often and help me around the house, as the pain was so much that it took everything to bring myself to an upright position. Returning to school would prove to be a challenge, as well. I was now seen differently by classmates and teachers, too. As I returned to one of my classes, I was met with a shocking hostility. The day before I returned, the class had been disruptive. As a result, the next day when I had come back, the teacher decided to dole out the punishment she felt was necessary: writing sentences. I did not feel I should have been subjected to the punishment, as I had not even been there. My teacher, however, disagreed. She stood over me and would not leave my desk until I wrote the sentences, too. Now, I know most people would see it as nothing, just writing the same words over and over an exact number of times. For me, though, it was excruciating. I was in tremendous pain daily, especially when my joints became overworked. I was still forced to sit and write over and over, my fingers curling into a claw, tears streaming down my face, as she watched. She said I did not get a pass just because of my diagnosis.
By A_Skeleton_Speaks3 years ago in Confessions
How Primary Schools Cater to Diverse Learning Styles
In today's dynamic educational landscape, primary schools play a vital role in nurturing young minds and setting the foundation for future learning. One of the key challenges faced by educators is catering to the diverse learning styles of students. Every child learns differently, and it's the responsibility of pre primary schools in Pune to create an inclusive environment that accommodates various learning preferences. This article delves into the strategies and approaches that primary schools employ to cater to these diverse learning styles.
By elprofirststeps3 years ago in Confessions
Miracle or Mistake?
While my mother was pregnant with me in her sixth month, her gallbladder ruptured. The surgery to remove it was a success. However, it would only take a turn for something worse from there. To aid in easing her pain, my mother was put on a morphine drip. Though it did as it was intended and brought her needed relief, I was not strong enough to handle its strength. My heartbeat slowed twice, dangerously close to stopping completely, prompting immediate action to perform an emergency C-section. As I was born, doctors and nurses began working diligently to care for me.
By A_Skeleton_Speaks3 years ago in Confessions