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Getting Kicked Out of Reading Composition Class in Junior High. Top Story - May 2026.
I made it worse when “ms.frazier”, you can go outside the classroom door, go outside stay outside by the door and come back in when your ready, was said. My initial thoygt and run with the flow was why’d You ask why? I had made the rest of my life worse by not understanding why I was kicked out of the classroom. After I’d survived the great outdoors I wantrd and thought to pray about the grudge as I came back inside the classroom. I tried to hide it all. I felt very miserable about what was on the inside that had yet to ever be taken care of. I think the majority of this story will conclude to undone racial issue that relies still here. I never understood, like I do now. I made matters worse by extending the anger inside to keep distant promise to secretly runaway forever if ever told on.
By Rachael Frazier5 months ago in Confessions
I Am a Public Health Practitioner and I Am Exhausted — Here Is What I Know About Why You Are Too
You didn't get into this field for the money. Nobody does. You got in because somewhere — in a classroom, in a community, at a funeral you attended too young — something clicked. You understood that health was not a personal failing. That zip codes determine life expectancy more than genetic codes. That the water people drink, the air they breathe, the food they can afford, the stress they absorb — all of it is political. All of it is preventable. And you decided that knowledge was too important to keep to yourself.
By Soibifaa6 months ago in Confessions
Dear Diary
Dear Diary: Today was just awful. It started great, and went downhill fast! First, the buttons tore loose on my favorite pair of chinos. I bent down to grab my bookbag after geometry class, and they just flew off. I barely caught my pants in time before they fell off me. I was lucky Mr. Lukenberger had some safety pins in his desk for me to use.
By Mother Combs6 months ago in Confessions
Dade: Chapter 1
I was popular in high school for, like, one second. I spent most of my life as an outcast but for one brief and long-awaited tour of being well-liked. And it was all thanks to my friend, Dade. He was handsome and funny and kind, and he liked all the coolest bands and movies. Everyone loved him, and being friends with him made me cool by extension.
By E. M. Otten6 months ago in Confessions
Who Is the Killer of the World?
Who Is the Killer of the World? The world is a beautiful place filled with mountains, rivers, forests, oceans, animals, and billions of human beings. Nature provides everything needed for life: clean air, fresh water, food, and shelter. However, today the world is facing serious problems such as pollution, war, climate change, hunger, violence, and destruction of natural resources. Many people ask an important question: “Who is the killer of the world?” The answer is simple but painful. Humans themselves are becoming the biggest killers of the world through greed, selfishness, hatred, and carelessness.
By Wings of Time 6 months ago in Confessions
How Beijing Shapes Global Sanctions
China’s Strategic Veto: How Beijing Shapes Global Sanctions In the complex arena of international diplomacy, few tools carry as much weight as economic sanctions. They are designed to pressure governments, deter aggression, and enforce global norms without resorting to military force. Yet, the effectiveness of sanctions often depends not only on intent but on consensus—particularly within the United Nations Security Council. Here, one country’s decision can shift the entire outcome, and China has increasingly used its position to influence that balance.
By Wings of Time 6 months ago in Confessions
Double Standards with Teenagers Dating
When I was a teenager, I had my share of experiences, including dating, which became the worst of my life. But when it comes to teenagers and dating, it can be an experience of finding true love or a future husband or wife. Or better yet, who knows if teenagers would ever find a soulmate in high school, or in college, or better yet, in a childhood friend.
By Gladys W. Muturi6 months ago in Confessions
