Beddingfield Narrative

When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team

Once the school year started I was able to start talking to kids that came from others schools that were not from Mueller and make friends quickly. Now I have some of the greatest friends. Also about three months ago I had my quince and yes I was not shy or anything, but I didn't really dance much at my party because I didn't really feel comfortable doing it yet . A week later It was the school dance and at first I was just sitting down because I have always been like scared to dance in front of people, but not that long after I was dancing with all my friends. Now I have better social skills. Not so long ago I had to start going to a church youth group. I was scared because I knew that I was not going to know anyone. When I got there the first few times I was nervous and scared to go but then I met this guy named Gabriel and since the moment I met him I could be myself around him and know he is a good friend from the group.

The first days of classes, were not horrible, my classmates were amiable and were interested in me since I was new, and it wasn’t common to have new students in the middle of sophomore year. However, I didn’t share much with them, when they tried to start a conversation I would answer their questions and cordially dismiss them. I kept quiet not only because I felt that if I shared my past, I would someway forget it, but because my English wasn’t fluid and I didn’t want to make mistakes. I became a loner and deep inside I was sad because of

I have always been afraid of people even when I was younger and in primary school I had this irrational fear. I hated school because of it. School was mortifying for me and I would cry, but I would cry before any of the other students arrived. I think I was afraid of my own emotions back then and I still am, but i’m trying to walk one step at a time across that imaginary bridge of fears I have. I don’t think i’m anywhere close to fully crossing it yet, it’s like I take two steps forward and one step back. Now that i’m in highschool, I realise that I have to get across, and soon because if I don’t get across I’ll fall to my doom. Everyday the ropes holding the bridge up are unraveling, I know I must move fast, but I feel as though my fears outweigh my confidence. But, I have been challenging myself and taking just one small step at a time to cross the bridge of fears. I wear clothes that have colors and patterns, anything that I like I have forced myself to wear it because it’s who I am and I can express myself. It has taken me awhile to realize that it’s okay to be yourself and express who you truly

When I was just starting middle school I remember my best friend and I seeing a boy we knew walking. When we saw him she told me “ tomorrow I'm going to say goodbye to him because once we are in middle school I will have better people to talk to, and never have to talk to him again.” During middle school I remember not speaking my thoughts because of fear of how they would react, so I just didn't say much. Eventually they stopped talking to me or inviting me to do stuff with them. I guess I was no different to them than the boy walking down the street. This experience

I 'm scared to start over so maybe that 's why I am not going out of my way to make new friends. I tell myself that I should just focus on school, but I know it 's my anxiety telling me that I won’t be accepted. I chose to talk about this experience because this is something i am experiencing now and I knew once i talked about it, I could start making progress to being happy st this school. I don’t really understand why people don’t seem to like but I think it’s just because they don’t know me yet. Ive realized that friends aren 't just going to fall into my lap and I 've already started to sign up for a few clubs so hopefully some good will come from it.

Lately, I feel as if haven't really been participating in class recently. The reason for that is because my shy, timid self is filling up my senses again. You see, one of the goals I've had for seventh grade was to be more involved academically and in extracurricular activities. I want to be more confident in class and be able to share my thoughts without hesitation. Since I was a toddler, I've always been shy around my peers and past teachers. Sometimes even my own parents. And for some reason I'm terrified of sharing the things that are on my mind. I'm also scared of giving presentations in front of classes, explaining an answer to the class, etc. I think I might have a fear failure, the fear of people judging me, or simply the fear of public

Fear, that’s what dominated every move in my life. Every decision I made was limited by it and every opportunity I received was spurned from it. Now, being new in a school is hard, being new in a neighborhood is burdensome but being new the entire country, well, you can imagine. That was me four years ago, new, insecure, oblivious and scared. Even while growing up, I wasn't the most chatty one in the room. I kept to myself but not because I didn't want to socialize, because trust me when I say I did, but because I was terrified of what people thought of me.

I went through all of middle school having many friends; even though everyone was going through possibly the most awkward stage of life, there wasn’t a disconnect between all the cliques as there is now, in high school. Freshman year was basically the same as middle school, although everyone in the grade started dispersing into their own cliques, I had my main group of friends, and like every naïve freshman, I thought they were going to be there for my entire high school experience. I hadn’t reached the point where I realized that I was no longer in middle school yet, and then everything was completely different. Sophomore year came and a few people in my friend group left, maybe because they got a boyfriend or because they were on a different sports team and became closer to those players, but I hadn’t lost them entirely yet. But slowly I became distant from those friends. I noticed that by the end of

During the summer after second grade, my mother called me over to the kitchen and explained to me that my test scores were “exceptionally high” and that I would be accepted to go to a new school with a program of other “highly capable students” such as myself. I accepted, fully knowing that I’d lose all of my current friends, but confident that I would make new ones. A little too confident. But now, surrounded by people as shy and introverted as I was? I

I’m scared of not being liked—that’s my secret that I’m afraid to tell myself and others. Im scared of not being liked because growing up I tried so hard to be liked I just wanted to fit in. while I was fiting in I lost myself but I didn’t care because all I wanted was to have friends I guess it has something to do with being scared to be alone. I have always been scared to be alone after losing so friends, family, boyfriends (death, drama, growing apart, break ups, etc.). But as I grew up I stopped caring about being friends with people because my philosophy is they will always turn their back on you; I stopped caring what others thought of me; basically in general I stopped caring. I think I do all of this because im scared of getting hurt.

High school was a particular time where I faced many doubts in individuals that I thought where my best friends, this often caused me to become paranoid. High school can be tough between trying to fit in, and find where you belong. High school is filled with rumors, and he said she said, many times I often became paranoid because I never truly knew if my friends where the real friends I thought they were. This often caused me to have doubts in believing what they were telling me was always true or not. Some of my friends tended to talk about others when they were not around, this lead me to feel like if I wasn’t around they were saying things about me. I often had ask myself if these where the type of people I should be surrounding myself

I was living in Raleigh, North Carolina until my mom made a big decision. Shortly after my step dad had passed away, she wanted to move closer to Charlotte. Less than 30 minutes away from the big city, we settled in Concord, North Carolina. I lost my dad and I was disconnected from my family and friends. I was forced to start over from the very beginning, which included going to a new school. Being the new kid is the worst. I would rather be home-schooled for the rest of my life. Since that was not an option, I sucked it up and went. After the first day, I had already made new friends and they were considered the “popular” kids around. We did everything together, from sitting next to each other in class to eating together. I spent so much time with them I was not interested in meeting other classmates. Soon I forget my friends that I said I would miss so dearly. My new school and friends weren’t so bad, until I heard what they really had to say about me.

Since the dawn of time I have always been that shy kid in the back of the class. Through my elementary school years I was known as the teacher's pet and I loved it. I would always be the one to help my teachers with grading papers, or being able to write on the board. Basically, I got away with a lot of stuff. Fast forward a few years and we end up in middle school. Some of the best and worst days of my life. My shyness still followed me like a shadow but every once and awhile that shadow disappeared when someone broke through and took the time to get to know me. I’m usually not the one to go up to people and start a conversation, I let people do that. In my head I think, ‘if they want to talk to me then they will’. This is the reason I have few friends, I’m very selective. So with my few friends we stuck around and made it to eighth grade where we got all pumped up for high school and we started to hear about this five year plan called early college. We went on a field trip soon after and I fell in love with the opportunity for a brighter future in a shorter amount of time. I quickly applied but tried not to think about it much because I knew that if I did that I would get my hopes up when they were only selecting a handful of kids from our school. I had this doubt in the back of my mind that I wouldn’t be good enough for this school when everyone around me kept telling me I’d make it. To my surprise, I did. When I got accepted it was one of the biggest life changing

It took me a while to get where I am at now, and I could not have done it without the help of James. He encouraged me, and he believes in me. Therefore college is a big step for me, so I know I have to see it through. Fighting the feeling of hopelessness, stress, and not having enough money is what drifted me away from college. There was no more motivation, but suddenly that all changed.