My Apocalyptic Confessions:
Seeing that we may only have moments to live I feel I should get some things off my chest. *Note: Apocalyptic Confessions are not synonymous with Shameful Admissions, there is a difference, that I am sure of, though I can't necessarily pinpoint the exact differences, perhaps the level of vulnerability? 1. In second grade I convinced my classmates that I was fluent in sign language and held the record for fastest signing in the world. I would then demonstrate by very quick hand motions. 2. I was the one who moved the pillow that then exposed the wall that my sibling ran into while playing a made-up game which in turn resulted in a head full of stiches. (They were using my bed and my decorative pillows...it is a long story.) 3. In sixth grade I convinced my classmates that I was fluent in French (because my grandpa was French) and I basically said my name and my mom's maiden name over and over while throwing in other sounds that I at the time felt sounded l...