Personal Narrative: My Sixth Grade Water Cycle Presentation In Front Of My 30 Students

Lavenders’ ESL class, she decided that it was time for me to attend regular classes. I was so afraid, not because I would not be competent in the classes, but because I did not think I was ready for a full emergent in the language. I was competent and knowledgeable on the subjects assigned, Geography, Math, Science, but English? I was just completely in a mortified stage. Would I understand the teacher, classmates? Would I be able to speak clearly enough, so they would understand me? That weekend, before I was to report to my first all-English class on Monday, I did not sleep nor could I eat anything thinking about that moment. Monday morning I walked into Mr. Garfield English classroom. Mr. Garret was aware of me been assigned to his class; he was standing right at the door. When I came in, the first thing Mr. Garret did, was to ask the class to be quiet for a minute. He then proceeded to introduce me to them. I had never felt such a panic as I did at that moment. I was sweating, quivering; I felt a thousand eyes just staring at me. Mr. Garret quickly noticed my somber demeanor and immediately asked me to have a seat. I am sure he thought I was going to have a panic attack, and I’m not sure if I wouldn’t have if he did not step in quickly and asked me to have a

When I was younger, I had trouble learning how to speak. I found this hard as I was growing up because I saw that many people were able to have full conversations, while I was only able to stand there in awkward silence. The 4th grade was the grade in which I struggle the most. Meeting new people, and being able to talk to them, was hard and embarrassing. In the same year, I was told that I was going to meet the mayor of the city. This was a great accomplishment, but what was I going to say to him? On that night, I do not know how, but I was able to use all the English I had, and was able to blurt out the most complete sentence I had ever used. This felt great! From

Coming from a foreign country where english is a second language, I didn’t know how to communicate. How was I going understand the information in school? How will I create new friendships without speaking? All these questions plagued me. As I sat quietly everyday trying to avoid making a sound, hoping not to get called on to answer a question or speak out loud in the class, I was trying to make clear of what these people were saying. I realized that just sitting there and listening wouldn't help me better speak English; I had begun trying to speak english with my father so I can become more fluent. After months of dedication, I was understanding and speaking a language completely different to mine. That was by far the most difficult

Heart racing, knees shaking, arms trembling; it was the first day of my sophomore year and I was about to enter my AP World History, class. My palms were sweaty; I didn’t know what to expect, but afterward, the teacher gave a brief overview of the course. He mentioned how it was rigorous and demanding course, and it would prepare us for college-level courses, such as developing our speaking skills and helping us receive college credits. We focused on teaching the class about the content, which was good opportunity to defeat my fear. At this point, I had to get over my fear of presenting in front of others, but the thought of it tortured me. All I could think of was my 10-year-old self speechlessly standing in front of many students with so

On the first day, I cannot speak any English at all. I felt very uncomfortable sitting in the class, listening to everybody talking without saying any single word. Later on, I got home, and I was very disappointed in myself. I could have just given up, but I didn’t. I kept on studying very hard, and as the time went by, those hard works paid off. I improved, and I can finally speak with everybody. If I have never face the situation like this, I might have given up on everything that’s hard. Furthermore, I wouldn’t have realized how big this world is and how hard is it to try, and just keep being the same old negative person. When we are facing new vocabulary words from the book we’re reading, if we are not practicing how to use and pronounce it, our English will always be on the same level. Like me, without this situation, I wouldn’t have changed and keep believing in something that was

I went out with my sister and mom to the mall this past Saturday in my home city. I decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to do the stuttering assignment. We went to a small restaurant within the mall, somewhere we had only been to one other time. I was the last person in my party to order my food, mainly because I was quite nervous to stutter. When I opened my mouth to tell the cashier what I wanted, she looked at me in disbelieve as she heard me stutter. Her judging eyes actually made me stutter a little unintentionally, her stare being pretty unnerving. By the time I finished speaking, I felt myself become a little choked up. Partly, because I felt embarrassed and partly because I couldn’t imagine being treated that way every

It was the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning. I remember being excited for this day because I did not have school, and, like most six year olds, I loved to watch cartoons every Saturday morning. As I watched, however, my father came into my room, and instructed me to put on my clothes and prepare to go to the doctor’s office. I immediately became excited as I loved to go and visit my pediatrician. When we arrived there however, it was not the doctor I anticipated. It was a speech therapist. While I did not realize why I was there, my doctor explained that she was going to help me with my stutter. Being a kindergartener at the time, I was not bullied or picked on for my stutter. However, as I got older, my classmates started to point it out

I was invited to Save Tacoma Water (STW) Meeting this morning at 9 a.m. When I received an invitation for the meeting from a member of STW, the meeting supposed to be held at Tully’s. But it didn’t include the address. I sent a text message to the member requesting the address a 7:40 a.m. The member didn’t reply. Since I met some STW members last Wednesday, I assumed Tully’s at 24 N. Tacoma Ave. I live in Browns Point area so it takes me about 22 miles round trip. I arrived at 9:03 but I couldn’t see anyone from STW. I called the member to find the address. The member send me text that he/she was in the meeting. But all I want was just address so I can be at the meeting. Why couldn’t he/she send me the address instead of texting me “I’ll call

Teachers applauded boys for trying, yet cut me off when I spoke and were quick to point out my mistakes in front of the entire class. School didn’t just teach me my ABC’s and how to count to one hundred, it taught me that my words weren’t worth anyone’s time.

It was a raw, blustery March day and I was leading four classmates to my house to hash out the remaining details of our current English presentation. When I opened the door, however, I received a surprise. I had not anticipated my mother still being home and neither had my group members. Their faces turned slightly blank, as if they were trying to hide their confusion and surprise. The previously relaxed atmosphere had become very formal and quiet. I had seen this before.

As I timidly approached the podium with jittery hands and a shaky voice I looked up to see all eyes in the entire school focused on me, listening to my every word and watching my every move, I realized messing up wasn’t an option. I nervously cleared my throat and began to give my speech, the speech that would ultimately end up securing me the title of vice president for the 2016 senior class. Desperately trying to sound as normal as possible, without hesitating for too long, I blew threw the speech, not even hearing a single word of which I spoke. Thus most of it has ended up a repressed blurry memory stored in the back of my brain.

Since I had already read it once and it was a success, I was confident and ready to read my paper. I began reading and at first one or two of the students laughed but as I kept reading the mood changed and it became dead silent. They thought that I seriously wanted drugs, gangs, and alcohol to be allowed in schools. I didn’t know if I should explain or just keep reading. I was beginning to feel awkward, so I read on. Other than my voice the room was completely still, causing me to feel less and less confident in my paper. My cheeks began to burn and I broke out into a nervous sweat. I continued to read my paper to the group of students who now thought that I loved gangs, drugs, and alcohol. I felt as if I was reading my paper in slow motion. I just wanted it to end so I tried to read as fast as I could. Toward the end of the paper I felt increasingly awkward was reading as fast as I could, which caused me to started to stumble over my words. I was embarrassed and didn’t know how to make the younger students see that my paper was meant to be a joke. When I finished my paper my teacher let me stand at the first of the class in dead silence for about five minutes, which felt like and eternity. The students were supposed to be asking me questions, but they all seemed to be in shock and sat in their seats without saying a word. The students were quiet enough that I could hear ringing in my ears. The awkward silence only made me

Most people go around living life believing that they don’t need to be taught how to think because they already know how to. It’s one of those basic things that if you’re human you automatically do. Which is true, everyone is capable of thinking, but they often tend to put themselves as the main focal point before anything else. David Foster Wallace, who’s well known for his novels and creative writing delivered a commencement speech at Kenyon College in the year of 2005, titled “This is Water.” The message that David Foster Wallace was communicating to this graduating class is that humans generally think about themselves in every situation they’re in without giving a second thought to what might really be happening. That people tend to miss what’s real or important because, well, it’s not always that obvious to them. Wallace utilizes appeals to logic, value and emotion to effectively get his message across.

The other kids started laughing because I could not read fluently. This experience lead to me having problems talking to large groups of people. The other kids mocked me, and most of them refused to play with me. My math teacher realized that I was afraid when was asked to explain a question to my classmates. She talked with my parents and advised them to take me to a counselor so that I could stop having that problem. The counselor really helped me and after some sessions, I could talk to a group of people with ease. The counselor told me that many kids have the problem of reading and writing when they are young, but the problems end with

Water covers 70% of our planet, and it is easy to think that it will always be plentiful. However, freshwater, what we drink, bathe in, irrigate our farm fields with makes up only 3% of the world’s water, and two-thirds of that is stored in frozen glaciers or unavailable for our use. Many of the water systems that keep ecosystems thriving and feed a growing human population have become stressed. Rivers, lakes and aquifers are drying up or becoming too polluted to use. Already, 80 countries suffer from water shortages that threaten health and economies while 40 percent of the world—more than 2 billion people—does not have access to clean water or sanitation