Essay The Shy Girl

When I was little, I was very shy around new people. I usually only showed who I actually was around my family. I didn’t have a friend who I could be myself around, they were usually just friends who I would play with at recess. That was until everything changed, and I moved across the town of Derby.

1.The hidden girl was a story about a girl named Shyima Hall. She was born into a poor family and Shyima was the seventh child. A year later her family sold her into slavery in Egypt. While she was there she worked for most of the day and into the night waiting hand and foot for the rich family. Later when suspicion rose they moved to California and Shyima continued to take care of the family. She had to cook, clean and babysit the two younger boys. For example she had to sit on a bench while the two boys played on the playground. She was only a couple years older but she sat there because she didn’t want to get in trouble. Eventually a neighbor noticed and she was rescued by the Child Protection Services.

Since I was young, there was a communication barrier that existed between me and the outside world. My shyness led me to many downfalls on my academic side. Not understanding a topic would mean that I would never be able to clarify any questions that were on my mind. Until around 6th grade, I always considered myself introverted; I had the inability to blend in with strangers, peers and teachers.

I went to a new school with new people. I felt like an outsider. But these people, they didn’t understand my situation; they just thought I was quiet and shy on the first day because that was my

I have never been apart of the popular crowd or got invited to social events during high school . Nor was I socially awkward or penurious , just undeniably uncool . That

I was the only one who was fearful for what was about to happen because the humiliation of being unprepared to perform in front of the whole school left me with a sense of angst. Color guard was just called up to perform and as the music started, cheers were ringing through the gym. Everyone seemed excited for the performance, yet I remember everything going in slow motion: students yelling, teachers clapping, and yet my girls looked clueless. This was the moment I was dreading since before the school year started.

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 thought I had it all down until that very moment. Its casting night for the middle school play. Me as an 8th grader went in pretty confident, and I was determined to get a part. Even though last year for me as a 7th grader didn't go quite well for me. I kept working hard for the next year, to make my skills better.

I was a very quiet person, but social in high school. Unfortunately since school was such a challenge for me I always did not take school serious. I had to work hard for all my grades, always being a C student. Since for 12 years I had to work extra hard in school, I was ready for school to be over. I did not have the opportunity to go to college, so I started working and married my high school sweetheart.

I was a very shy child but I kept myself busy with my studies . I was well spoken and well read(according to my parents) and when I started school I could spell 3 syllable words. Other things I was taught at a youngs age, mainly by my siblings, were things as in how to play sports, skip stones, and tasks like sewing and cooking.

As a child I was shy, and still am, but I always tried to make friends. But that did not always go well because of the culture boundary’s that were between me and most of the other students. Many students of the same race would stick together, leaving me usually alone because of the very few Caucasian students in the schools. Spending most of my time working alone unless the teacher assigned groups. That did not change much when entering middle school. Middle school just became a bigger version of the years pasted. Spending my time feeling like I was the outsider because most people already knew each other. The first year of high school was no different from the past years, I began to gain a few friends who had classes with me. I tried to venture out and stared becoming friends with more people with the help or sports and my advanced classes. When you are a student in Advanced Placement classes you began to have classes with a smaller group of people. This was when I finally did not feel any different from the other students in my

In junior high school I was the quiet shy type of person. I would sit in the back of the classroom and not talk to anyone, until a fateful day in my 8th grade

Whenever I think about my time in elementary school and even in early middle school, I can't help but just smile, reflecting on how everything in my life appeared to be a perfect chain of events that resulted in who I am now. I remember always being told as a kid that I was shy and didn’t talk much. At first I wondered why I had such a lack of social skills and wondered why I had such a hard time expressing what I thought. While I personally believe I have overcome my shyness and have become a much more open and expressive person, I sill think back to what may have caused that awkward period of time.

For four long years I felt as if my high school was in a different world in of itself. I had spent that time interacting with an extensive amount of groups, or “cliques”, and getting to know what they do. Through my experiences, I had begun to realize what made this “subculture” high school of sorts run like it did. High school is an incredibly dynamic time for people, and I had changed as a person dramatically from my freshman to senior year. Like many, my freshman year was quite awkward, as remnants of my middle school self remained with me. As time went on, how, I talked to more people and grew out of my passive and shy personality. This did not just randomly happen without reason though. I began to learn and realize who I was and whom I enjoyed talking to in school, which explained why I spent so much time socializing with multiple kinds and groups of people. Everyone’s concept of “normal” was different, and high school was where I learned that lesson and will never forget.

I guess other kids admired the idea that I wasn’t shy and afraid to be myself in front of everyone. Being confident didn’t always mean being happy for me though. There was something about me that I was not confident about, something that held me back from a lot. It was a scary idea of people knows this small thing about me. I’ve become this confident young man with my head held high, but I was so afraid of people knowing something and being judged for it. It took a lot of courage, and a lot of hard thinking and preparation. I started to think to myself, who cares if people know this small thing about me? What did it matter what other people thought? I had good friends in band who I could count on, and a good family who would always be there to support me. That being said, the beginning of my junior year, I came out as Bisexual. Honestly, the moment I came out, there was a wave of relief. And no matter what anyone though, I was now happy because I was being honest about who I was and I had all the support in the world. And I definitely wasn’t going to be apologetic about a quality in myself that I had no control over what so