Dirty Little Secrets 5

Hello readers! Yes I am back with another crazy story. If you have read my previous blogs, then you already know what this series is about. Remember in my previous blog Dirty Little Secrets 3, when I introduced a childhood friend named Shauna? If not, then you should go back and read it. Anyway this story is about how Shauna and I stopped being friends.

We were in all the same classes from 6 to 7th grade. That’s how we became so close. We formed a trio with Shauna, this girl Lauren and myself. After I started the rumor about Shauna stuffing her bra, we were kind of still friends, but more like frenemy’s. You know how middle school girls can be. Anyway, so in one of my classes I was friends with this really cool girl named Javee’. Javee’ was heavy set and not the cutest but she was really funny. When Shauna and I were close, she use to talk mad dirt about Javee’. I was friends with both of them so I just kept to myself and didn’t get involved.

One day though, I was outside with some of my classmates in the courtyard, and peeped that Shauna was being real buddy buddy with Javee’. Now, it could have been the jealousy in me that my two separate friends were being friendly towards each other. But, I felt like Shauna was fake as fuck (excuse my language) because she talked so much smack about this girl behind her back. In the mist of me making my “fake ass Shauna” statement, my other friend April asked me if I wanted Shauna to know what I said.

I said, “I don’t care.” And April proceeded to let Shauna know how I felt. Shauna got mad and used choice words (she called me a hoe which made no sense at all, she just wanted something to say). I decided to slap her. I don’t know why I didn’t expect her to hit me back, but she did and we got into a fight in the courtyard. My friends all raced to me when it was over, screaming how awesome it was and how I whooped her ass. We all ran away from the school before any teachers could come outside because Shauna went to go snitch.

When we got back from Thanksgiving break, the principal called me into his office and asked me to write a statement of what happened. After he read my statement he looked at me and basically didn’t believe my shit. I told him Shauna hit me first, which was a lie. Then the same friends that were cheering me on a few days ago snitched on me in their account saying how I started the fight. I don’t know if they actually told, but the principal said that they did and I believed him. Shauna’s mom was so mad she wanted to fight me.

I went home and told my mom I was suspended and all she asked was,”Did you win?”

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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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America’s Got No Talent

Those of you may know that I am training to become a cinematographer. I have been learning to shoot video and edit based on the story line related to the footage. One of our assignments was to create a 10 minute video based on a popular show. My group and I created a a video that is basically a spoof of America’s Got Talent. I helped come up with the idea and the script. The script was pretty simple because a lot of the video was improve.

I acted as the host for the show America’s Got No Talent. My classmates acted as the contestants to see who could perform their worst talent to the judges. There was Kayla as the want to be Beyonce’. Jay as a guy who could fart the alphabet from A-Z. And London who came up with this ridiculous, yet catchy jingle. The video took about a few hours to make and my classmate Jay took the raw footage and edited it.

The video came out great in my opinion, for our first project. My favorite part of the video was watching the contestants perform horribly. I actually shared the video on Facebook and it got great feedback. One thing I thought we could have done better was end the video actually showing which contestant made it to the next round of judging. But, like I said the video was only 10 minutes and the footage we got told the story.

I’m sure there will be more video projects where I can actually show my skills in shooting and editing. This was a great and fun experience. You can follow the link below and watch the video. Feel free to comment and share it.

My Experience As An Intern

Many of you that follow me may know that I am a student attending Ohio media school. I have been gaining a lot of experience working with audio and video as well as interning for radio and different events. I feel as though I am growing in the industry and trying to learn as much as I can. Every morning I have my own radio show on northcoastunderground.com called “Morning Tea with Bre.” Being a student at OMS has taught me a lot about Media and getting out there in the industry. I am enjoying getting different opportunities to network. 42553045_340589319821570_9055077752757183460_n

Saturday, October 13th I attended a fashion show at the University of Akron. Nightmare on the Runway, hosted by my mentor Crisis M Banks and his guest host Jessi Jetz. I was there in attendance as an intern for Perfect Triangle Media doing interviews and such. I got to interview a few of the designers and get a background of their overall journey. I also Interviewed a makeup artist as well as a barber. Bre Runway

One of the designers clothing line is called Current Movement. They are based out of Columbus and the overall look can be described as urban or edgy. I really liked the energy from his models and the clothes were nice. He also had dancers as part of his production so I was very entertained. Another designer by the Name of Mr. Wayne, has his own bow tie line called, Royal Ties. It was a very classy, Casual look. He specializes in designing ties, scarves, pocket squares and the such.

My favorite line I didn’t actually get the name of, however, his line displayed a lot of distressed jeans and shirts, which I loved. Overall, the designers and the models did a great job. The dancers were outstanding. Crisis was an amazing host and Jessi Jetz did her thing as well. Both doing great at keeping the crowd interested and entertained. The crowd at times definitely needed a little help getting hyped up.

I will say I haven’t been to many fashion shows, so I don’t have a lot to compare it to. However, being back stage and actually seeing how everything was being ran was a good experience for me. I do think the fashion show could have been more organized in transitioning as well as being on time. Other than that I feel like it was great and I can’t wait to see more from the designers. You can follow some of the designers, make up artists and hosts on Instagram with the links bellow. You can also listen to my Morning Tea With Bre radio show every Monday from 9 a.m to 10 a.m.