Dirty Little Secrets 4

If you have read the first 3 blogs of this series, then you should already know what to expect. I have stories for days about my stupid kid logic and what I tried to get away with as a child. So lets continue shall we.

Now this story is a little different because its not something I did or purpose, nor do I think my punishment was necessary. So I’m in the third grade, and I remember we had those huge square desks that you could open up and put your utensils in. We also had assigned seats. I sat behind this chubby kid named, well I don’t remember his name. So I’ll call him, Duane. I sat behind chubby Duane, and all of our desks were in a row. At this particular time, we must not have been doing much work because a lot of my classmates were talking to each other.

I remember tapping chubby Duane on his shoulder to ask him something. He ignored me. I asked him again. He ignored me again. Without thinking I took my pencil and stuck him in the back of the arm to get his attention. It wasn’t sharp, however, immediately the little wimp called the teacher to tell on me. Obviously, I defended the situation because I didn’t think I did anything wrong. After that everything was fine, so I thought.

The next day at school, I’m standing by my locker talking to my friend. This big grumpy lady walked up on me (Remember I am in the 3rd grade) and asked me my name. I told her who I was and low and behold standing behind her is chubby Duane. His mother pointed her finger in my face and went, “Don’t you ever put your hands on my son again!” Then proceeded to show me his scratch that was literally the size of a maggot, if that. In my mind, I’m like, I barely touched dude, it’s not my fault his skin is made of paper. So she proceeded to make a scene and then I got called into the principals office.

Now we had a woman Principal so I’ll call her Shirley. Shirley had the most unflattering makeup I had ever seen. And, I barely knew anyone who wore makeup at that time but it was a hot mess. She looked exactly like someone who was prepared to be in a casket. Anyway, Shirley had expressed to me how disappointed she was of me and how the school doesn’t condone violence or bully’s blah blah blah. And I’m thinking, I’m really getting into trouble for just trying to get his attention? So, Shirley had called my mom and my mom was pissed she had to come to the school, because she was at work. To my surprise my mom wasn’t even mad at me, she was mad at how dumb the situation was and how everyone escalated it to be a hate crime against chubby kids.

Long story short, I was technically suspended for the rest of the day but I still stayed at school anyway. And I didn’t associate with chubby Duane for the rest of the school year. So moral of the story is, when someone is ignoring you, let them. The End.

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Dirty Little Secrets 3

Welcome back to my blog, Dirty Little Secrets 3. This story is about how I got into trouble as a preteen for….. well just listen to the story. I was in the seventh grade, the first time I noticed that I didn’t have any boobs. Why did I care? Because all my friends had them and my mom didn’t bless me with any. At the time I was friends with this really pretty Puerto Rican girl named Shauna. She became my bestie the first day of school in sixth grade. Now Shauna had really full breasts and I was envious. So when Shauna and I got into a fight (another story for another time), I started a rumor about her stuffing her bra.

Now, the ironic part of this story is that I was the one actually stuffing my bra. Nobody at school knew, but let me explain how I did it and how my mom found out. First of all I had no idea what bra size I even wore but I think it was equivalent to a negative -A. I was skinny and awkward, plus I had no idea how to dress my body. Clearly I was a hot mess. I wore 2 bras 3 sizes bigger and stuffed them with tissue. Then I put a sports bra over those to make them appear realistic? Idk, because they were stiff as fuck and I don’t even remember if anyone noticed that my boobs grew over night.

Fast forward to 8th grade, still stuffing my bra. My mom and I were in the Payless shoe store and I was trying on shoes. I remember this day like it was yesterday. I wore a really cute tight fitted V neck sweater, with some dark jeans and boots, I think. My fake titties are on full display and I think I’m all that. Anyway, as I’m bent down trying on my shoes, I don’t even realize that my mom can see clear into the top of my shirt. She reached over and snatched the balls of tissue out of my shirt and threw them on the floor. It happened so fast I couldn’t even blink. It was like she ripped my chest off, literally.

I looked around but didn’t see anyone else in the isle to witness this embarrassment. However, Payless did have those mirrors on the ceiling and it made the moment even more horrifying. My mom cussed me out too. But all I can remember from that is how small my boobs got and how I would have to do a better job hiding my fake boobs.

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Dirty Little Secrets 2

If you guessed that I have another crazy story to tell you about my kid logic and things I did as a child to manipulate my mom, then you are right! This, as the title states, is Dirty Little Secrets Two. Today my story is short and a sweet. Well, maybe not sweet, but short. Anyway, as a child I can admit that I never enjoyed school work, I can remember getting D’s as early as Kindergarten. No I am not challenged in the least bit, but I’ve come to realize that the way my teachers taught didn’t interest me. So, I found ways to entertain myself.

My favorite things to do in school, appose to actually learning, were talking, drawing, and writing. Of course, my teachers noticed that I wasn’t participating in certain things, so I got in trouble, A LOT! Especially for disrupting class by talking to one of my classmates, instead of doing my own work. One time I got a really bad report card in the sixth grade. I think I had like one B, one A, a D and Two fat F’s. Well, back in the day, Teachers use to let you take home your report card, instead of mailing them out. I could not give that report card to my mom because she would kill me for sure!

In my dumb kid logic, I decided to ask one of my classmates to write a note to my mom that stated, ” Dear Miss Champion. I wanted to let you know that I made a mistake in grading Bre’Onna’s report card. Her actual grade in my class is a B.” She even faked a signature, signed whoever my teacher was at the time. Which by the way is illegal so DO NOT try this at home.  When she finished, I took a black pen and changed one of my F’s to a B. Smart right? To a twelve year old, yes.

So I took my report card home and before I gave the letter and report card to my mom, I briefed her on the misunderstanding. My mom literally stared right into my soul. She didn’t express any sign of emotion what so ever. She read the note and she just looked at me and said, “OK.” In my mind, I knew I was DEAD. I was so nervous I couldn’t even say anything else, so I just walked away and went and hid in the bathroom. Long story short approximately ten minutes later, I told her I was lying and that it was a joke. Honestly, I don’t remember how I got into trouble but I think I was on punishment for a LONG time. She was more mad that I thought I could lie and manipulate her than me getting bad grades. Moral of the story is honesty is the best policy!

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Dirty Little Secrets

Judging by the the title, I bet most of you reading this thought I would be talking about sex or other inappropriate things. Well you are wrong! This blog is full of dirty little secrets, meaning stories about my childhood and some of the crazy things I did. Some are about how, I thought I could out smart my mom. Some are about just in general how dumb kids logic is. Of course I can’t fit each story in one blog, so if you like this story I will continue to tell you more.

I’ll start this story off by saying I was five people, so don’t judge me. We lived in an apartment building on the third floor of a low income development called, The Valley.  I’m not sure what time of night it is because I didn’t look. I’m in my bed and I hear these rumbling noises. I don’t feel anything by the way, but something told me to get out of bed and go to the bathroom. I get there and low and behold, I have pooped my pants. Don’t remember what I ate that night but obviously I had Diarrhea. For some reason I knew exactly what to do (In my five year old logical thinking) so I took the soiled underwear off, washed up and put on new ones. I couldn’t throw the underwear in the trash because they smelled like shit, and my mom would notice. So I took them, and threw them outside my bedroom window into the courtyard. We lived in an apartment so I knew no one would suspect it was me and my mom would never know.

But, after going back to sleep, I woke up again with the exact same problem. So what did I do? I repeated the exact same steps from before and threw those out the window too.  When I woke up the next morning, it was like a regular day. The sun was shining and no one knew that I had pooped my pants. I get up and go to the window to look outside, and I could have shit my pants again for what I saw. Two of my friends and neighbors have my soiled draws on a stick saying, “Bre, Look at these! Ewwwww.” I was so horrified. I don’t know why I didn’t expect kids my age to find this funny. What did I do? I played it off and laughed and said ew, right along with them. They’re just as disgusting for playing with my shitty draws. However, still till this day, no one knew that those were mine and I got away with it. The end.

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Learning to Edit

As many of you may know, I am currently a student at Ohio Media School, training to become a video and audio editor, among other roles in production. So far, a lot of my assignments have been radio commercial spots and audio mastery. Well, this past month I had the opportunity to shoot and edit my own TV commercial with the help of some of my classmates. I had to come up with my own pretend product and create a story board that would guide me in editing the footage.

This took place in the month of October, so my classmates and I decided to sell a scary mask. The mask was named “People Repelling Mask.” We envisioned this fake mask to be used to scare away people who you don’t want to bother you. In our story board, we used different scenes to describe how the mask can be used in different scenarios. I created my own voice over and added a music bed to match the story. It was a very fun project and I learned a lot about transitioning and editing video footage and audio. I used Adobe Premier Pro to edit my video footage and also Adobe Audition to edit my Audio.

It all came together with the help of my classmates and my instructors, however, I know as a future editor I have a lot more to learn and a long way to go. Below you can view my 30 sec commercial and 15 sec commercial of the “People Repelling Mask”. The product in the video is fictitious and cannot be sold or advertised.

I Vote For Change

In the beginning, I was an undecided voter because I don’t know very much about politics. However, In the past I have voted in two Presidential Elections. I based my past votes on how well the candidate best represented what my community needed for change. This year is my first time participating in the Midterm Elections. The older I get, the more I become aware of how these laws will effect my community. I get a lot of my information from politicians like the Obama’s and Angela Rye. I like to here from politicians who can relate to me as an African American woman and also willing to understand the struggles we face as a society, as well as be apart of the fight for change.

I try not to get too much of my information from traditional news media, because in the past I have found them to report based off bias and not facts. I like to do my own research and actually read into the things that are happening around the U.S. and in Ohio where I reside. Knowing the issues that are close to me and my community, I feel that it’s important to be apart of the change. I said before in my previous blog that we can’t keep ourselves from exercising our right to vote by believing the false pretense that our vote doesn’t matter. Elected State Governors have big influence in presenting a lot of the laws that are passed by Legislature.

For example, in 2005 the “Stand Your Ground Law” was passed by Florida State Legislature, in which a person may defend ones self or others against threats or perceived threats by using lethal force. However, this same law doesn’t seem to apply to or protect people of color who pose no threat. This law gave people who feel that they are a of a superior race, an excuse when using deadly force towards African Americans or minorities. Take the story of 17 year old Trayvon Martin, an African American who was approached by George Zimmerman, a Mexican American. Zimmerman assumed Trayvon to be a threat to a community in which Trayvon was staying with his father and simply walking home. Trayvon ended up losing his life and was demonized by the media, stating that the Stand Your Ground Law was presented in this case. It was definitely arguable but in the end the influence of that law made it possible for George Zimmerman to get away with murder.

The point is that it’s important to help elect Governors in your state who will hire the people willing to make change. The state laws are going to effect you the most. This past Midterm Election gave Democrats control of the House of Representatives which will affect the 2020 Presidential Election. I voted because there was a time when my ancestors weren’t given that right and the people who fought for us made it possible for me to be able to vote today. Change doesn’t just happen, you have to be willing to be apart of the fight and understand that you’re making things better not only for you but for future generations. Numbers is what it will all come down to in the 2020 Presidential Elections.




Make Your Vote Count

The midterm election is right around the corner on November 6. It’s very important for us to vote  because this election determines the Senate and the House of Representatives for the 2020 elections. I’m not sure if you have been watching the news or online lately, however, there is so much media coverage on The White House, surrounding Trump and the Republican Party. Not in a good way I might ad.

If you are 18 or older, you should definitely exercise your right to vote. I know a lot of millennials in general, feel as though our vote doesn’t count. We can’t expect different results if we continue to cower under the false pretense that our vote doesn’t count. The reason mid-term elections are so important is because the elected Senate and House of Representatives will have a big affect on what happens in the 2020 Presidential election.

I know many of you may not care about politics and the details, but, whether we like it or not, we will all be effected. And even when you don’t vote, you’re still choosing to let someone else be your voice. It may not seem important when you’re young because you just not might be aware. Still take time to get to know the candidates who best represent what you want in change. Don’t just vote based off bias, because that result may backfire as well. I don’t know a lot about politics, however I am willing to learn the things I need to know to benefit myself and my community.

This year is especially important because I believe that with all the scandal surrounding the current President, we need to put people in power who are willing to change the dynamic of how people in power are held accountable for committing illegal acts. If people can be willing to see things from a different perspective, I think it can make a difference in the poles.

I just wanted to remind you all how important it is to vote. Make your vote count in the 2018 Midterm elections. Following this blog is a survey I would like my readers to take. Feel free to comment.