As a tan-skinned individual who loves Halloween, dressing up always makes me sad because I immediately become “Brown [insert character]” instead of just “Character” if I’m not wearing a full-face mask.
I just want to dress up as Ragnar Lothbrok from Vikings but noOoOoOo
Merrick Garland’s Senate confirmation hearings that never were.
I spent nine years in Catholic school being yelled at by teachers to stop talking. Because of that experience, I have now structured my life around not ever being yelled at again. I will never let go of my grudge against them.
Alright here we go.
When I was in high school, we had a talent show (only in the years 2008 and 2009 for some reason). I’ve been a musician since I was seven (I’m 28 now), so I knew this was my time to show. The prize was something stupid, I think like a $25 gift card to the Wawa that was in our school (yes you read that right), but I didn’t care about the prize. I like praise. I like getting rewarded for something that I really know I’m good at. I like getting praised by strangers more than I like getting praised by my own family. I wanted the FAME.
The 2008 talent show rolls around. I’m performing the D.H.T. version of “Listen To Your Heart,” singing and playing piano at the same time. At this point I’ve been playing piano for almost ten years and have been taking voice lessons for five years. I know for a fact I have this in the bag. I go out on the stage, I belt my heart out, I don’t miss a page turn, and I nail every single note on that keyboard. I’m on cloud nine.
They give the prize to a trio of two-stepping girls with terrible harmonies singing freakin’ “Mama, I’m A Big Girl Now” from *Hairspray. And halfway through one of them forgets the words.
I’m upset, but no big deal, there’s always next year. The 2009 talent show was FIRE. I had just gotten dumped and knew my ex was going to be in the audience of the talent show. I did the same thing that I did last year, but this time the song was “Miserable at Best” by Mayday Parade. I cry during my performance, and the audience is ON. THEIR. FEET. People are coming backstage to tell me how talented I am, they could feel the emotion, the usual stuff.
THEY GIVE THE PRIZE TO THE SAME GROUP OF GIRLS.
It’s been over ten years now and I still have people tell me to this day that I should have won both years and I’m still so salty about it, I have enough tears to fill the Dead Sea.
failing my classes..(( im in year 9 and this is about my year 7 – 8 classes)) I just cant get my head around learning and taking in info this destroys my confidence and tbh my self worth – it hurts dude bc all i think about is just ` ` oh look its the dumbass kid that cries ` ` – okie byeee