School
I Was Only Twelve When She First Touched Me
I remember the moment clear as day. It was 6th grade; Mrs. Gordon was my teacher. She was like my mom's age and super friendly for an adult I guess (at least that's what I thought when I was 12). Always very attentive to our class. It wasn't until later that I understood WHY she was extra attentive to some of us.
Rick MartinezPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsI Bullied Shawn
If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would change? I've considered this question throughout my life, from teenage years to now, in my thirties, and one thing always pops in my head inevitably. Shawn (I'll be me, he can have a different name, he needs no more humiliation).
TestPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsKing of Kourts
My Teammates and I are on our Carver Middle activity bus, on our way to the first game of the season against our cross-town rival, New Hope Middle. The bus is quiet, nervous energy fills the air, the only sounds: the noisy bus engine and the rattling of windows after each bump in the road.
Timothy KincaidPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMy Super Ho Ro
It’s our last home game of the season and Fan Appreciation Day at Littlejohn, which means each player goes to his assigned table 30 minutes after the completion of the game to sign autographs for an hour. We have yet to lose a home game, going undefeated at Littlejohn and crushing the two dominant teams in our conference: the Tar Heels and Blue Devils.
Timothy KincaidPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsCollege Street
It's been twelve years, but I'll never forget my first time on College Street. I was in the passenger's seat of Betsy, my mother's white 3-Series sport wagon that was a complete lemon. The fact that she had made the trip made the day seem slightly miraculous before anything had happened. We couldn't have been doing less than 45 (knowing my mother). Still, the sight of the morning sun filtering in through the canopy of trees, set amongst the late-19th century reddish brownstone and brick buildings of the campus, plays out mentally in slow motion. As my mother's manual transmission filled the quiet Massachusetts town with a sound reminiscent of the Grand Prix, I knew in my gut that I would go to the women's college on College Street.
Justine Olivia MarksPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMy Tiger Bell
An ordinary Monday night had me exiting the Training Table around 9:30 pm. I stayed late at study hall preparing for a Research Marketing Exam I had on Friday. Mama, the head cook, left it open a little late for us stragglers. I’m all alone, which is rare. I hurry to make a couple of roast beef sandwiches, grab a handful of cookies that I stuff in my bookbag.
Timothy KincaidPublished 3 years ago in Confessions100 Hundreds for My Queen
The love and attention from a sexy college coed can sometimes cause a player to do things out of the ordinary. However, throw sex into the equation and a ballers best intentions take a back seat. Basketball players at Clemson University have a code of expectations. Play hard every game, represent the University well in all endeavors on and off the court. Finally, work as diligently in the classroom as you do on the court. My first semester at Clemson had us checking into our apartments a week before classes began, between parties on Frat Row and our own House Parties we got white boy wasted every night.
Timothy KincaidPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThe Decision
The decision a Division One college basketball recruit must make to where he or she will take their talents can determine their future on and off the court. 20 Universities recruited me to play. My high school team went 29–1 and won the North Carolina State 3A Championship. I averaged 22 points, 9 assists, and shot 59% from the field and 80% from the free throw line. I finished the season 1st Team Associated Press All-State. After careful consideration, my decision boiled down to two great Universities: Appalachian State & Clemson.
Timothy KincaidPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThe Night God Spoke
Our Clemson University bus pulls up to the Dean E. Smith Center. The Clemson Tiger Men’s Basketball team had never beat the North Carolina Tarheel Men’s Basketball team on their home court. As for me I had experienced a measure of success at The Dean Dome. A rush of images race through my mind. The stage is set, all 4 high school boys state championships are to be played here at the Smith Center. It’s my senior year at R.S Central High School. In the closing seconds I assisted on the go ahead bucket, stole the ball from the opposition, got fouled and with 5 seconds remaining sank 2 game sealing free throws. Forever cementing my R.S. Central Hilltoppers into North Carolina basketball history.
Timothy KincaidPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMy Middle School Was Sketchier Than Yours
Picture it- some small town in North Carolina, a middle school rumored to be a former prison. The windows were barred, some classrooms were simply trailers, and it was the only middle school in the district. I was a chubby little girl with a weird penchant for pretending I was a horse when walking in line. I also had a weird wardrobe- my first day at the middle school I sported a crushed velvet tracksuit that was a deep purple all over.
Eli GlenPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsAll I Want For Christmas is my Two Front Teeth
It was raining cats and dogs, as the saying goes. My Pal Keith and I were the only two pupils in the school who decided to go outside into that wet, cold, winter's yard and play one of the most violent games ever devised for a school playground. Even the teacher, who was supposed to be on duty, was cosily inside the staff room supping a hot mug of tea and dunking his ginger biscuit into the hot liquid, instead of braving the elements and protecting the boys from danger.
Gavin MayhewPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsOut Smarted
Tropical island scents engulf the entire room. There are faint sounds of an instrumental band playing from a small CD player in the background. The class is entirely too quiet to consist of students in the third grade. Mrs. Edwards towers before us at the front of the class and gives an announcement letting us know that the “show and tell” section of today is about to begin.
Samantha GatewoodPublished 3 years ago in Confessions