Timid Wall Short Story

In last manager’s meeting you asked us to share good stories, not just bad ones. There are many, so it is hard to pick . Here is one that happened recently…

I have always been the person people go to for answers. Since seventh grade I have been in honors classes; I was the only seventh grader in an eighth grade math class. I had never been so nervous walking in to class in my life. My legs were trembling and my hands were shaking. I walked around the room hoping to find a seat not in the back so I do not show my teacher I do not care; but not in the front so my classmates think I am a kiss up. I sat in between two boys, and tried to not let them see how intimidated I actually am by them.

In Edgar Allan Poe’s story, “The Pit and the Pendulum,” Poe, uses the horror elements of isolation, madness, and plot twist to add suspense to the story. In the beginning, the narrator is standing in front of what he describes as judges as they decide his fate, which adds suspense because the audience doesn’t know what could happen to the narrator when the judges punish him. Secondly, he is all alone, or so he believe. He is the only one experiencing the things that are being done, he is isolated from everyone and it is very dark. The narrator thinks, “My worst thoughts, then, were confirmed. The blackness of eternal night encompassed me,”(Poe 3) as he lays on the damp ground. Towards the middle, the narrator going mad because the Spanish

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

The future of America is based off the choices of my generation and the generations after. I feel that a domestic policy issue that could have a strong impact on my generation’s future is gun control because we take advantage of guns and treat them like toys. Gun violence is at an all-time high and regulating gun usage could make my peers make better choices regarding guns, which could possibly decrease the amount of deaths due to gun violence.

I was a very shy kid. Making friends wasn’t my cup of tea when I was younger. Based on this you can imagine how nervous I was when we moved. Joseph Campbell wrote in The Hero With a Thousand Faces, “It is only when a man tames his own demons that he becomes the king of himself if not of the world.” I was preparing to start school again in August when I decided it would be smart to begin associating with kids my age in the area; so, I began spending time with my cousin Lief. After spending some time with Lief, he introduced me to some of his friends and taught me to how to appreciate

Of course this provided many new and invigorating experiences, but it also gave me a sense of alienation, or the state of being isolated from an activity or group where one should belong in. Wherever I moved, I would see groups of people who had known each other since kindergarten or first grade and think “How is that possible?” because for me, that was never an option. This constant cycle of making relationships just before having to leave them forever made me a very big introvert. I know you may think that going through this and encountering it many times would make me outgoing and gregarious however that was not true in my case. Always being the “new kid” is not the most pleasing position and to make matters worse, I was usually the youngest one in the grade. Moving to Ridgewood was one of the hardest moves because before I had entered a new school in kindergarten to fourth grade, which was not as hard because you could make a friend by simply sitting next to them on the swings, but in fifth grade, I had thought that everyone was already in their certain clique and didn’t need another member joining them. During the first few months of school, I was the kid in the back who didn’t talk other than

Being around the other students made my self esteem worse, I would feel so stupid around them. I didn’t really have a group of friends at this time so I would be lucky enough to talk to someone in

Growing up I was always a shy child, I was always afraid of what people would think of me if they

I spoke in public when I was in high school, 11th grade. I had to present about America and Vietnam war without using the note in my history class. However, I was little shy and scare that people will laugh at me because I cannot speak fluently English, even I was practice a lot at home and in my free times. In that moment I thought that I will give up. But, when I hear my friend’s presentation I feel like there are two person talking inside of me. One is motived me to go and the other one is not. At that time, I choose to step up and speak in front of my class because I know that I cannot hide behind my back forever so I motivated myself that I have to win the afraid in me. After that time, I have more experience, and in 12th grade I spoke

I feel the warm rush of sweat as the cool breeze from the air vent blows above me; I sense a fever start. Usually, I don’t experience apprehension; however, tonight I need help with a plan that will impact my choices in college. I walk up to the podium and when I try to push all the nervous energy from my body, my hands begin to feel sweaty. To speak in front of the school board not an incredible feat; even so, I hope that it will open new opportunities for both my classmates and me.

Socially, I decided to isolate myself from everyone else as I had developed a bad impression of people. I became the shy kid who sat in the corner in class and didn’t speak with anyone. I didn’t have a sense of direction or any kind of plans and frankly, I wasn’t worried, although I should have been. I stopped caring for school and completely stopped studying and for a couple of months, I thought I would never make it out and graduate high school. Thinking back of this time still frightens me. Who knows how I would be today if I had stayed like this.

I never thought this would happen to me. As a kid my parents told me to never talk to strangers or to always avoid people who seem odd, but I guess I should’ve listened to my parents. I should've never went my own way

Your chest is tight and you feel like you’re on fire. Your chest is tight ant you’re burning up. The flash cards in your hands are crumpled from you squeezing them obsessively. You look up and see dozens of eyes staring at you, waiting expectantly. Taking a deep breath, you stumble through the speech. When it’s finally over, you practically run back to your seat, cheeks flaming bright red. You slump down, already dreading the next time you’ll have to deal with your upmost fear: public speaking.

Public speaking is often described as the most common fear in the world. It is also something that many people are required to do. It may be to give a toast at a wedding, to present a seminar at work, to make an argument to a local council, to receive an award or to be interviewed by a board of directors for a job. Public speaking is something few people can avoid and yet it continues to be a major fear. To understand this fear and how it can be managed and prevented, the issue will now be looked at in more detail. This will begin with a definition of public speaking anxiety and a discussion of the