I hate crying in public.

[verycontrary247]

So this semester I'm taking a basic college composition class and we're writing a reflective essay on a life/ perspective changing moment. Today we brought in our rough drafts to share with our little focus groups. You could choose to read your own essay aloud or ask someone else in the group to do it. I read mine first then 4 out of the 5 other people in my group wanted me to read theirs aloud.

Two were kinda awkward lost teenage love stories.

One was about growing up with his dad who was always in and out of jail, involved with gang violence, drug abuse and him trying not to be part of that cycle.

The last one I read was a recollection this guy had of when he was 6 years old and witnessed his mother die from a drug overdose. He wrote this part about trying to wake her up and when she wasnt responding he went and grabbed tylenol to try to give to her since thats what she gave him when he was sick and I just lost it. I cried reading it to the group. Stories like that need a disclaimer first!

Then I felt ultra shitty about my humorous/sarcastic account of all the crazy things that went down when my appendix was infected.

[bonquiqui]

I cry at errythang

[Bree Van de Kamp]

Holy shit, that's so sad. That poor guy.

eta: that was really nice of you to read it aloud for him. If he's like most men I've come across, he probably hates crying in public more than anyone else...and you know there would have been no way he could have held it together himself. Good job.

[angelaa73]

Oh man. I might cry now!

[ilovelamp]

Wow, so sad. A girl in DHs class told a horrifying story of how her Dad sexually abused her growing up. You never know what a person has gone through.

[overture]

I hate assignments like that because it makes me realize how little adversity I've faced and how few interesting things I've done in my life.

[snickers]

ohhh man