For most of my life I was incredibly shy, introverted and had minimal self-confidence. I didn’t have many friends at school and I didn’t feel I fit in with my peers.
I'm not sure why I'm shy, I actually adore talking to people but I'm not sure what's stopping me. About a year ago I didn't have many friends I actually lost some friends from the results of people changing and also because they become someone else they aren't...either way I wasn't the same person as I was when I was little (since that was what my mother told me). The only person I tell everything is my mom and she always comes up with the same saying "you've changed, you're not the same happy girl I used to see everyday coming home from school". I wasn't sure if that was a good thing because change is good right? Either way I had trouble communicating with people. In eight grade was when it struck me the most. It was the beginning of the year and it was my first year in advanced language arts which is a problem because the other students were already in advanced language arts making them already know each other and making me the newbie. For the first four months it was horrible no one to talk to and occasionally having a small conversation with someone, but after another month it hit me that I don't have many friends and what's going to happen when I go to high school? Who am I going to talk to? This though hit me every night not having anyone to talk to and sitting alone in class, and working alone every single day is the most horrible thing that could happen to
Growing up, I was quite reserved. I kept to myself and did not talk a lot in school. Actually, I dreaded school. Initially, I would sneak my way into the school’s nurse’s office and complain of a stomach ache or my throat being sore which worked…most of the time. Soon after, my mom caught on to my plan and told me to suck it up. Then I became just desperate by crying and begging my mom to stay home but she still would not give in. Now, don’t get me wrong; I lust for learning. However, I did not like the whole idea of the school get up. I was in classes with more boys than girls that were distracting and constantly acting up. I felt intimidated therefore I did not speak a lot to anyone in my classes. I learned to block out in the distractions with reading. My books were my friends and I spent an awful lot of time with them.
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 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.
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.
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
I have always been sort of a shy kid; I kept to myself and did not interact with other people if I did not have to.
I was afraid of people as early as elementary school. My fear was not the usual “stranger danger” fear. I would have issues with asking questions and talking, yet I did not know of what I was afraid of. I was comfortable with seclusion. I eventually became depressed in intermediate school, because I had no friends. I remained miserable as a child and teenager, until I decided that I needed to change. I wanted positive and pleasurable memories and longed for my high school experience to be different.
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
My life has been filled with problems with learning or getting to know new people since I wasn't a very good learner or very sociable. All my failures from my past school experience and dropping out of high school in 10th grade it just made my learning ability difficult to understand things in college since there was a lot of things I do not know and wasn't ever taught the result from that made me hate failure and the ability not to give up until the very end also bad parts of my life just shaped me into a person who doesn't like meeting new people. Always I mean always provide a first bad impression I don't know why but that's how I first present myself being part of a group makes me feel uncomfortable reason why is that wasn't ever around people or kids and slowly enjoyed time alone and when I got older I simply just did not like meeting new
Being in elementary school in Mexico was such a hard time for me and the way I related towards people because of my self-worth issues. Lack of self-confidence is a problem I have dealt with that has made me the type of person who feels the need of approval from others. When I do things I think twice if other people would see it as a good thing or if I could do it better. Because of this I have been the shy girl and I had problems making friends at that time. When I finally got to have real friends or that is what I thought I did not realized at that time but they weren’t real friends. They just took advantage of seeing I was trying too hard to fit in. I thought helping them with homework, to pass tests, and doing them
Many beginners, for the very first time, go to a class on their own. I remember my very first class, age 13 years and the only boy amongst fifteen girls (every one of whom was taller than me). But I was the most popular boy in the school - and it's a great way to overcome any shyness.
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.
Afraid of making new friends, I took on the challenges of high school on my own, with no help from any of my classmates. I felt that I could be independent, especially after my parents told me to put school before friends. As a result, I stayed up late at night trying to learn all the material