School

The Power of Words
I understand the power of words...the power in the pen, in the turn of a phrase, a smile and relatively cordial attitude (that is how it is in my head, you understand) can be transformed into a saddening sorry mess of downturned lips and sunken cheeks. Then comes the waterworks. Oh, the Niagara tear falls from the victim of childhood curt cruelty. The weeping on a random Tuesday or Wednesday in January back in the 1980s when I was less grey, more a mop of the darkest untamed brown hair you'd swear was black. I did not have my patented belly hanging down either but had the appetite of a ferocious beast.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Confessions
Blossoms of Sakura
Maria had always been the invisible girl at Sakura Academy. With her plain looks, introverted nature, and average grades, she was the girl nobody noticed. In stark contrast, Akeno was the queen bee of the school. Her beauty was legendary, her grades impeccable, and her charm unmatched. She was the girl every student wanted to befriend, and Maria couldn't help but despise her for it.
By Dreamscape 2 years ago in Confessions
Are you lazy?
In terms of productivity, I’ve been looking for tools to measure precisely my productivity. I found a couple of them which did give me some promising results, but eventually I realized that I didn’t need tools to measure my productive. I also understood why companies don’t measure productivity in terms of what people do on a daily basis. They look at the bigger picture, at the end of the day it's the execution of the higher level tasks which matter and not what small tasks people get done daily.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Desire for my chemistry teacher. Top Story - June 2024.
The title sounds pretty unappealing. But I have to say, my chemistry teacher in college was something different. I like how he was a young man who drank tea instead of coffee and had no belief in breakfast. When will you ever see a brainiac chemistry teacher who drinks tea instead of coffee and doesn't believe in breakfast!!
By Kodah2 years ago in Confessions
The reason behind my why
Time and tide wait for no one. Life is a sprinting race of the survival of the fittest, you have to hustle your way to the top. We all have heard this haven't we, while existence is over-commodified and hyper-fixated on the materialistic drawls we achieve and external praise that is showered upon us on striding on the contingencies of the timeline that is presented to us, we often forget living with intent and gratitude for all that we have and run in the rat race of proving our worth and accomplishing what we need to, essentially not even wanting to be a part of this glorified way of living, yet doing so to be validated and accepted as someone worthy. If you have been through this or are going through this, I want to remind you that you are not alone.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
I am not enough
That morning was encrusted and sprinkled with snow, slippery slopes on which I was able to trundle , giggle and count my blessing , as my childhood has never been bored to tears , malicious or glum . The sun was jutting out of the wholly-latent clouds , its rays were gleaming on my puerile , young and always-smiling face . Parents have been toiling around the car , as it did not ignite and I was already late for my school . By the way , I have always been the most punctual , work-obsessed and hard-working girl , who had incessant , insatiable hunger for learning new thing by rote , bizarre concepts , zapping my classmates by using my intelligence and standing as the best apprentice . My teachers were always showering praise on me , as from my infancy the desire for learning foreign languages and reading as many as possible books has aroused on the surface and has never left its place . Also , I was orthodox person , who was going on pilgrimage quite frequently and professing the love which God is giving us unconditionally . Acclaim was swirling from even singe corner , from my teachers , grandparents , parents , some mates and me. Yes , I was still praising myself until one day which has revolved my world , halted my visions and left my annihilated and decimated . Just crawl and trawl in my own adversities and tears . My parents have found the solution and we have finally hit the road , nonetheless hectic and nauseous skidding was making my stomach turn .And this day has approached me . Not another quintessential day . Evocative and vengeful .
By VerboseThinker2 years ago in Confessions
"The Day of My Exams"
It was May 27th, 2024, a sunny Monday morning in Pakistan. I woke up early, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Today was the day of my exam, the one I had been preparing for months. I had studied hard, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
Launch an Online Business in 4 Weeks. AI-Generated.
Week 1: Laying the Foundation 1. Identify Your Niche Choosing the right niche is crucial. It should be something you're passionate about and have knowledge in. This will make it easier to create content and engage with your audience. For example, if you love cooking, a food blog or an online cooking class could be your niche.
By La'Mont Payne2 years ago in Confessions
The Art of Redemption. Content Warning.
In the heart of a bustling city, where the neon lights danced in the night sky and the streets pulsed with the rhythm of life, there lived a man named Daniel. Once, he had been a rising star—a talented artist whose paintings had captivated the world with their beauty and depth. But that had been long ago, before the demons of addiction had consumed him, leaving behind nothing but shattered dreams and broken promises.
By HAMID ZAKARIYAU2 years ago in Confessions
Breaking free from the obsession of work
In our modern society today you have to become obsessed with work for you to go far. Aside from those born in really extreme wealth, the rest of us have to work very hard in order to obtain sufficient wealth to allow us live comfortably or at least how we wish. Some people are contented with having an average life, while others are more concerned with doing all they can to get all they can, this eventually leads us to become workaholics.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
My Teaching Experience at a Private School
As I walked through the doors of the private school, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. I had just been hired as a teacher, and I was eager to start my new role. I had always been passionate about education, and I was determined to make a positive impact on my students' lives.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
"Prison of Mistakes"
I woke up to the sound of my own screams, drenched in sweat and terror. It was a familiar feeling, one that I had grown accustomed to over the past few months. Every night, I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of horror, reliving the same mistakes over and over again.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions