Glossophobia Fear Of Public Speaking

When I was failing my reading class I tried to do as much as I possibly could. I went to tutoring to do missing work. Although, I only had a C in that class for like the entire year, that's all that matter to me because I was passing. I tried to turn things on time, which I mostly did expect when I was gone for the day. When I didn’t understand something I’d ask for help, which I had a big problem with asking for help in the beginning of the year because it made me feel dense. But now I know, it’s okay to ask for help because it doesn’t mean you’re dull it means you actually want to learn. I never really got over my fear of public speaking, but I have been working on it. Which I feel is better than not doing anything about my public speaking phobia. Instead of letting myself get a bad grade, I actually try to speak in front of the class, and I feel like I’ve a huge improvement doing

Communication apprehension has played a huge role on my life. Growing up I thought I was a social butterfly, not worrying about what people thought about me or how they viewed me. I had some great friends growing up that were always supportive of me. We would hang out all the time and meet new people and just have fun. It wasn’t until I was a little bit older that I learned of the fear of public speaking.

Public speaking used to be a daunting task that I would try to avoid as often as possible, often I would be the last to present a project and would refrain myself from having to read outloud. When I would speak my head would fill with thoughts of how other were perceiving me and how easy it would be to mess up. With this nervous mentality my speaking was stuttered and confusing.

I am a very slow reader and always have been. In grade school, I would try and hide when doing the “popcorn” game for reading something out loud. Reading out loud was one of my biggest fears because at recess all the girls would bad talk the kids that took forever to read, and I did not want to be one they talked about. The only reason I have a hard time with writing is because I lack knowledge in proper grammar and spelling. I have always been known for the worst speller. Classmates of mine from grade school had jokes about how my texts were always a brain challenge trying to figure out what I was spelling! Talk about embarrassing. I don’t just struggle with grammar when writing, I get caught having bad grammar while talking as well. While I was on the dance team, the head coach was always correcting me. The big one I messed up the most was the use of “them” and “those” and so now I try to use them properly around everyone. I realize how uneducated I sound when I talk sometimes and that is why I am wanting to learn, that is why I want to be a teach, I want to help every student be successful no matter how good/bad their grades are in grade

I was a very shy and quiet kid compared to others growing up. Submerged among my peers and lost in the crowd, I felt more at ease and found myself mostly at home where the attention drifted far away from me. However, when teachers asked me to speak before the class or answer questions, uneasiness flooded me as though I stood before hundreds of strangers. While speaking, my different bonds of friendship to each and every person sitting in the room disappeared as apprehension controlled me and my voice shook with fright. This fear of public speaking came from my experiences during the first few years elementary school. When I attended Mission Park Elementary School, in 5th grade unfortunately, I didn’t enjoy reading. After a few months in class

From a young age, I was considered a competitive individual in the activities I participated. Once I was given a challenge I would try my hardest to be number one. I have always loved to read, enter spelling bees and public speaking competitions. I have encountered many challenges in life, but writing has always seemed to be the most tedious activity. Soon I began to have to read more books, write papers, and do even more presentations. With everything piling so quickly, that competitive spirit within myself passed and was replaced with fear of not doing well. My fear lead to my struggles in my classes, especially English.

Actually, not too long ago I was reasonably confident and had no problems with talking to people. This all changed the day we were given the assignment of a presentation. The word presentation already sends shivers down my spine thinking about it. Everyone hates them, right? Not me. Not when I was in first year anyway. Truth be told I was ecstatic to do this presentation, I loved speaking infront of others, forcing them to laugh at my "witty" jokes and boring them to death with things I considered interesting. When the word "presentation" or "solo talk" was mentioned, I used to jump for joy. Now, I shrink into my seat and stare at my desk, hoping it will go away. I would spend hours on talks, preparing them and memorising them. A few years down the line I would find myself struggling to write notes as I begin to think about standing in front of an audience, causing my heart to beat rapidly and my hands to shake. It's not fair, really. Even now I still panic when trying to think of what to say, as it has to be

When I first came to America, I was bullied because I was different, and judged of every action so I could be mocked by the way I behaved. I used to have no problems asking where the bathroom is, and I didn’t care about my accent or grammar as long as I got the message across. But years growing up in a tiny Southern town, unaware of the existence of the Asian race, molded me into a different person. I was, and still, fearsome of social situations, as little as asking someone in class for a pencil. I could never ask for help because I was afraid what will happen during the process, or after. In my head, I’d imagine instances where my voice could crack while asking, the class could go silent focusing their attention onto me, or worse, finally having the courage to ask, but it turns out the person I asked had rejected my request. This personality of mine is so painful at times, I considered it as a disorder. I was always stuck in between this thick social barrier; I couldn’t approach anyone, always the one waiting to be approached. But, unlike the silent students who are great scholars, I was never a great student myself, and I suffered immensely. When it was time for group projects, I was always the fatboy in PE, having the teacher assign me to a random group. I’ve been trying to overcome this social anxiety by forcing myself to talk to new people,

During the four years I spent in high school, it was real hard for me to write an essay or just a simple paragraph. And it was all, because I couldn’t express what I thought or I just couldn’t write something down. Yet, when the teachers would tell me to write something down, I was always the last one to finish. Why? because I couldn’t think of anything to write. Or sometimes it was the timing that the teachers would give us to write that distracted me a lot from doing what I had to do. And since English is my second language is hard for me to write and think in English. And right now I still have that problem and it's real hard for me to write something down when a teacher ask me too. Also, another problem that I have is that sometimes

In the past, my experiences with writing have been basic. Other than when I took an advanced English class my junior year of high school, I have taken the common English classes for those of my age. My English course during my senior year of high school was heavily weighted on our ability to write, even though the teacher never taught us how. He expected us to know how to write perfectly, and demolished us when we could not live up to his standards. In a way, this helped me become a stronger writer, but it definitely made me more self-conscious about my writing. With that being said, I would have to go on to say that my biggest weakness as a writer is the fact that I am extremely self-conscious about my writing. I do not like others to read

Some people can feel comfortable speaking or performing in front of large groups of people, but feel anxious making small talk or meeting new people. Other people are comfortable spending time with friends and family, and interact with their co-workers, but they fear performance situations, such as participating in business meetings or giving speeches. Some people fear only a single situation (such as public speaking), while others fear and avoid every social situations.

Getting put into a new social situation is a shy girl's worst nightmare. When talking to someone new, first I experience a loss for words and once I finally utter my first word, I harshly judge everything I am saying and doing. While I am having a battle with myself, I miss out new opportunities and potentially forming valuable connections. As a result of my nervousness for starting a new conversation, I stand in the background and observe people's

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

A worst fear to hit above all aside from death: public speaking. Having to talk in front of an audience otherwise in my words, the talking itself. I don’t recall on how I became “that one quiet kid” in school, but it’s a personality that I sometimes, irritate myself also. It’s like having an invisible barrier, it shields on what might seem dangerous ahead. After a while, the curiosity grows yet, the barrier blocks leaving the interest unsatisfied. Although, it’s not always like that, it’s very different at home. It’s more like I’m the one who needs to be hushed from the talking. From my perspective, talkative at home while, at school the silent treatment. So, what is the problem here? Freshman to Junior, I stayed the same. Some students even

I have a love-hate relationship with writing. One of the many reason I hate writing is because I worry so much about my punctuation. I could be writing an amazing paper, but when I go back and find a thousand punctuation errors, I try to switch up the writing to make it flow more. When the topic is relatable I excel in the assignment, but if it is not relatable it takes me some time to start or find a connection I can use as a building block. One of the many things I love about writing is the freedom to express my ideas without feeling self-conscious. For example, I love writing spoken word poems, but finding the courage to actually say them aloud in front of an audience scares me a bit. Another negative for me is that I have difficulty expounding on simple topics that the teacher wants me to write more on. I could write a few sort sentences and answer the