Traolach: A Class Analysis

At the Novice Parliamentary Procedure Contest my Sophomore year, my team and I had to plan all of the logistics for a volleyball tournament in a ten minute and thirty second meeting. In addition, we had only one minute alloted to look over the item of business, and develop clear concise viewpoints on the business at hand. As a result, I learned quickly how to think on my feet because often another teammate would snatch up the debate I had in mind. Also, I learned how to conduct myself in a confident yet poised manner, and convey my thoughts quickly and eloquently because we were given more points if we maximized the debate scorecard. In that moment at the contest when I sat down after nailing my debate on why we should host the volleyball tournament, I peered out into the audience and saw 300 people intently looking back a me. Rather than freezing like I did as a seventh grader, I had finally overcome my stage fright. Wow, I’d really done it. In that instant, I saw a layer added to my parfait, but the layer was later turned into an onion when I found out that we received Third Runner-Up at Nationals. I distinctly remember walking back to our hotel, and I do not think that any positive thoughts crossed my mind for the rest of the week long trip. You see, no matter how well I did I always

One of my more vivid experiences of public speaking was when I was taking a class at a community college. While taking this class I would often have to give speeches and demonstrations in front of the class. As I was waiting for my turn to give my very first speech, I was very certain that I would have no problems at all, it would a piece of cake, or so I thought. All of a sudden, I hear my name being called as it was my turn to deliver a knockout performance, but as I stood in front of that small class of people I just blanked out. An overwhelming amount of anxiety came over of me. I could feel my heart beginning to race and my hands starting to sweat. I could not for the life of me remember what I was going supposed say. In addition, the

It is argued by some commentators that having nerves can improve your performance (Lancaster and Janes, 1994). Feelings of nervousness helped me to focus on my presentation however things did not go the way I planned them. I can only

There were many surprising happenings throughout the semester. One of the most unexpected events occurred during my summative leadership activity. A certain

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.

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

Reflection: I felt nervous at the beginning of teaching the skill, due to the importance of the OSCE, but I began to relax because I had prepared for the assigned skill and the key points I had written allowed me to structure the teaching session. Additionally, having been the junior student in a

Nerves and the adrenaline feeling rushed through my body like a jet going sonic boom ripping through the air. I was on a school bus headed to a wrestling meet in York, Nebraska on a cold winter day in December. I figured my wrestling meet would be like all the

It was January 17, two days after Our team that was mostly together, walked to the auditorium solemnly. Once we arrived we fought our way through the crowd to find our coach and mentor. Right here, right now I felt the most nervous I had ever felt at all today.

I felt my heart beating out my chest as I walked in the room for try outs for the debate team. I had always like to argue and to make people see things from my point of view. I couldn’t quite comprehend why I was so nervous though. Maybe it

I did not expect this lack of effort from you,” he lectured. That was the breaking point of my composure. The tears that I had been holding back rushed down my face, and I was angry at myself for letting my presentation go to waste. How could I explain to my teacher that I truly had practiced? How could I tell him that I had repeated my soliloquy in the shower, presented it in front of my roommate so many times that she could recite it without thinking, practiced it in different voices in the mirror, and even read it in my head before falling asleep? I had done everything I could to prepare, but as soon as I stood in front of the class, my mind went

Hear Me Standing in the doorway, palms sweating, heart pounding, and breathing heavy. It was my first day of fifth grade, as I walked through the doors my vision blurred and the noise was all muffled. I was so nervous. The thoughts going through my head were, “Who is going to be in my class?” “Am I going to make friends?” “Who am I going to sit by at lunch?” These thoughts have been with me throughout middle school and high school.

Competency 2: Engage Diversity and Difference in Practice Last Thursday was my first day of facilitating a class. In this case it was a citizenship class, I had 22 adult students. I presented myself as the facilitator and explained to them my role. I guess they didn't expect much of me,

When I first find out that there’s a group project, I wanted to work with people that I know are responsible, capable of doing the assignments, respectful, and don’t procrastinate. I did not want to work with negative people at all I’ve learned from past group presentation experience, so I quickly ask Carolyn, Britney and Adina if they want to work together, they agreed and that’s how we formed our group but, we still needed to add one additional person for our group. The second time we meet up in class the other group members had already ask two of our classmates to join our group so Alexia and Wendy came along. I was excited about everyone that’s in our group because, I know that they’re all are capable of getting the assignments and project done on time and they are very respectful. We were assigned by the professor to come up with a group contract, I have never done any group contract before so I was happy with the assignment. We all decide that in order for us to have a positive group experience we would have to follow the contract we’ll of course follow the contract and we came up with things that we all agreed on. We add on the contract that “everyone will keep their feelings in check and keep group members informed of how things are going. No one is expected to give full disclosure of their situation but a general advising that something is going on is expected. Respect each other and don 't be afraid to ask for help. On the second meeting we also came up with a

Oh boy was I scared into complete and utter silence on my first encounter with my new instructor. The demands on us, as a student, seemed to be exceedingly high leaving no room for mistakes. On the contrary, being that this was all pretty much new for me, I began to panic. Meanwhile as I tried to