From fifth grade to seventh grade was a difficult time. I was unable to talk to anyone at school because I was unfamiliar with the culture. The ways my friends talk, their conversation’s topic and their slang. I was not participating in any conversation they have. I was the same as the whale that could not communicate with other whales because she has different frequency of voice. When people ask me questions, I answer them with a simple answer and they would leave. In class, when we have a group discussion, I let everyone else talk and myself looking down to the assignment. I was quiet as the rural areas during midnight. Sometimes, ask what was my opinion, then I would talk but return to silent again. I thought I looked unapproachable, too. I thought I was distant in class, I do my assignments and answer the teacher’s questions but never say anything further. …show more content…
One was having a conversation with another. My memories of that day were clear as crystal. Weather that day was sunny but also chilly. Everyone was loud around me, but they were louder as I come closer to the green lunch table. It was unfamiliar because I would never approach people, but this time, I kept walking towards the table. One of them, Nia, saw me, she yelled me, “Anna! Come here! Sit next to me!”, so I did. I started to talk with everyone and talk to those who I did not know. They were all so nice and welcoming. I was overwhelmed. I came to the table the next day, and until the day I graduated from the school. I did not know how but it
Ever since I was in middle school, people always told me that I’m quiet and shy. Having said that, I never felt comfortable communicating with people I didn't know that well. That also includes speaking or presenting in front of a class. According to my family and friends, I’m the complete opposite, because they claim that I’m talkative. Being shy and nervous did affect my schoolwork. I wouldn’t raise my hand in class that often, because I didn’t feel comfortable enough. When I was in 6th grade, my teacher would always call up students to share something they liked about a story they read. When the teacher called out my name, my heart started pounding, my hands were shaking and my mind went completely blank. I was so nervous to the point where I felt like I was going to pass out any moment. That’s when I asked the teacher if I could excuse myself to go to the bathroom. She didn’t mind that request so I tried to calm myself down by washing my face and breathing. After class, my teacher and I discussed my inability to present in front of a class. She was obliging, because she agreed to help me overcome being shy and to help boost my self-confidence. Shyness and nervousness also stopped me from participating in activities and obtaining opportunities. In 10th grade, my Chemistry teacher suggested a film festival, because she was aware that I loved filmmaking. At first, I considered the idea, because I’ve never done anything like it before. Having thought about it, I then realized that I was going to have my movie up on a full screen where
During my junior year of high school, I was transferred from the Boces Program to East Meadow High School. This was an exciting time in my life! I was finally going to attend classes with "hearing" students. So many emotions filled my head. I was happy but, on the other hand, I was scared. I thought these kids would tease me and not accept me for who I am. When I went into the classroom, every student looked at me as if I were different, but they liked me anyway. Much to my surprise, within a couple of days I had made friends. I quickly realized that they didn't think of or treat me as I were different. They saw me for who I am on the inside, not a person with hearing aids on the outside.
I felt so nervous because everyone around me was talking but I couldn’t understand a word that came out of their mouths. When my mom dropped me off at school that morning, I almost started crying. I had a certain feeling of loneliness, as if there was no one to relate to. As a person who didn’t speak English, I was placed in E.S.O.L program at school, where I could be taught at a pace fitting for me. Making friends became a great challenge because I wasn’t able to communicate with my peers; the reason why I always felt excited about going home to my family, the only people with whom I could communicate effectively in French. As time went on, communication with my peers became less of a hassle because I could speak more of the English language. Being able to learn English in the course of four months and speak it fluently, I then begin to make real connections with my peers. I became best friends with a girl named Jazmin Ward and over the course of time I made more friends. Life began to make a little more since for me at this point. I didn’t feel so alone anymore. I even enjoyed being school more then I enjoyed being home with my
thought I was shy and rude just because of the school I used to go to. I am not at all how
The first time Kingston had to speak English in kindergarten was the moment silence infiltrated her world. Simple dialogue such as “hello” or asking for directions was hell for her because people usually couldn’t hear her the first time she asked, and her voice became weaker every time she tried to repeat the question (422). No matter what, speaking English just shattered her self-esteem.
Each school year is always a very big adjustment for me. I have a hearing loss in both ears that requires me to have hearing aids. Ever since I can remember I've had to communicate with my teachers to figure out the best way for them to help me.
For the aforementioned reasons, there is no doubt that fears and shy had been controlled myself throughout the years. According to The People’s Almanac presents The Book of Lists by David Wallechinsky, Irving and Amy Wallace, one of the topic was titled “The 14 Worst Human Fears”, and the fear of speaking in public is the first fear of all fears (Richard I. Garber, 2009). This make me realized that it is perfectly normal to feel anxiety and fears to speak. Everyone, even an experienced speakers has some anxiety when speaking in front of a group of people. As for my experience and situation, I should have just fight the fears in me to throw my voice out asking questions in class otherwise I would might left behind a bit and need to struggle up for the subjects more than everyone does. Asking questions does not make you any stupid, it’s the source of
Considering I didn’t speak a word of English I was very scared about starting high school. I was scared about fitting in with the other kids, I was scared about not being able to understand
I don’t know how many times daily I get told “you’re so quiet”, but in my head I’m thinking if you only knew how talkative I am at home. My mom always tells me to stop being so shy, and open up because I’m a great person to know but, I'm to shy to talk. First day of freshman year meeting my best friend she would always speak to me, and I would either wave or smile I would never talk. When we started talking more throughout the school year she would always tell me how quiet I was, but I think that was because she didn't know how loud she
It was a bright sunny day, the sky was a soft shade of blue and there
I was always scared to say anything in the class, I didn’t know what to say, "you gotta speak up, you gotta shout out. " I know I shouldn’t be scared to speak but I was never the person to raise up my hand and give an answer, or come up to a random person and talk. I'm still not that person, in class I still don’t raise my hand to answer questions.
Has a substitute teacher ever remembered your name after a class? If so, it is very likely you may be classified as a talkative person. The talkative types are very optimistic about life, they have a very intriguing social life, and they are able to talk their way out of any situation. Now on the other hand; there are those that exist that get yelled at five times during a presentation to speak up. These are known as the quiet people. There are no distinct physical features that separate the talkative from the quiet ones, however, their lifestyles are very drastic. The typical daily routine for a talkative person includes being yelled at five times a day by at least three different people, talking while they are chewing on food, and last but
In six grade, I had to interact with other kids. I slowly learned that I could talk to them, by the middle of the year. The learning in that class in the middle of the school year wasn’t the greatest. I learned a lot and grew a lot during that year, from being scared in the beginning of having friends in the end of the year. I had a great teacher named Mrs. Sandoval who really gave me the help I needed.
As a young child I was a non social person, and did not like to participate in anything. I liked to be an individual person, and do things on my own. I was shy and not outgoing like all my other friends were. When I enter a situation for the first time, I have a hard time speaking up until I feel comfortable. As being as shy as I was, my school work was affected a lot because I would not raise my hand to ask questions if I did not understand something, or go to the teacher for help. It was hard to transition from that stage to being more outgoing and talk more with my peers. It was difficult to communicate with others becuase of this as well, i was not able to be the perosn that i really am.
Towards little children I am very outgoing and not shy at all. But, when it comes to people my age or older I tend to be less talkative if I feel like I am in a awkward situation or if I do not know the person. At Erie County Community College I am taking a human interactions class to help develop my skills more and make me less insecure about my thoughts. Sometimes I do believe I am not as shy as what I am on some days. I do find myself opening up more since I was younger but I am hoping soon my shy stage will be gone considering I want to become a doctor one