School
Compassion: A Theory
Do you remember when you were a student and had to write an exam in a classroom or, possibly, a gymnasium? Do you remember the stress you felt trying to remember the material that you had studied over the semester, or the material that you crammed into your head a few days or the night before sitting in front of that test? Do you remember watching your teacher walking up and down between the desks and tables, checking to see if anyone had any questions, concerns…or hidden notes and answers in their palms or up their sleeves? Do you remember anyone getting caught and having their paper taken away and the opportunity to pass erased? I do; I remember all of this. And, for a few semesters when I worked as an invigilator during university exams, I saw it all from the other side.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
My First grade Teacher gave me cPTSD
I have complex post-traumatic stress disorder(cPTSD). I got this condition from elementary school, where I was the victim of verbal bullying. The most problematic years were first and fourth grade, but it was not exclusively those years. I’ll be talking about first grade, as it created the condition. The rest of the years I was in public district school were rough, but they did not spark the condition, they only added to it, preventing me from healing.
By Ben Ray 4 years ago in Confessions
When You Don’t Know Gay
When I was growing up there were certain things that were taboo. I was brought up in a very southern Baptist family. My grandmother had taught Sunday school for 40 plus years at that point. Believe me, my family was and is a loving family but there were many things we did not understand or were even familiar with.
By William Frick4 years ago in Confessions
Building Castles
High school in a small town may have been boring for some, but I enjoyed it. My favorite class was English, because we had the most amazing teacher ever, Mrs. Pedersen. She loved what she taught and she loved us. I’m not sure why or when it began to be a thing, but myself and a few friends started eating lunch in her classroom. We would run to the small grocery store a few blocks from the school, during our lunch break, grab a loaf of bread and a few packages of lunch meat. We’d swing by the deli department and take some of the free mustard and Mayo packets before checking out. Then, we would head back to the school and downstairs to Mrs Pedersen’s room to sit and visit, while we munched on thrown together sandwiches.
By Viltinga Rasytoja4 years ago in Confessions
Love Note
I don’t remember whose idea it was, Suzanne’s, Fiona’s, or mine. The three of us did everything together that year. We were in Form 2, the British equivalent of 8th grade. My family had moved to Dunedin, New Zealand in the middle of a US school year when I was in 7th grade. I’d had two summers that year, one in the States and one in New Zealand. I had always been a year younger than everyone in my class because my birthday fell at the end of the traditional cut-off date. Now I was the same age because of the reversal in seasons.
By Natalie Wilkinson4 years ago in Confessions
Diary of an Unkempt Mind
It was our second test of the first semester of the medical field. I was so sure that I could pass it. I spent two days studying; three if you count the actual test day. Plus, a portion of the time, we were given the option to look up answers. Sounds like a breeze, right? Well, the good news is Everyone passed with flying colors! The bad news? That’s everyone except me. Surprisingly the only worst part I feel about failing a test is lying to my classmates about my score. Then of course next class, we have a different instructor so there’s the reopening of the wound.
By Nichole L Deppe5 years ago in Confessions
How I Raised Rs 15,000 Within Three Hours, Being A Student!
Recklessness is an attribute most of us could easily associate with our student lives. But, putting it in a better way, maturity has not yet arrived, as we are still young. So, I will share a story from my student life, a tale about phases of developing maturity!
By ankit priyadarshi5 years ago in Confessions
The Phantoms
I sat in amazement as I stared at the whiteboard. A few kids gave some glances and confused stares, but it uncharacteristically didn’t bother me at all. I watched as the teacher drew shape after shape, dumbfounded at how she was making them move. It was as if I had apparated to Hogwarts and was reading the Daily Prophet. The figures spun and rotated, dancing as shadows were cast behind them by the fluorescent lights. Why wasn’t anyone else amazed? Couldn’t they see this pure magic? The moment was cut off as Mrs. Sine erased the board, moving on with her lecture, but I had stopped listening completely. What did that matter now? It wasn’t until lunch that I asked anyone about that moment.
By Ashley Morgan5 years ago in Confessions
p3d0hunter.exe
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 golden5 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 zahid5 years ago in Confessions
