What Does It Mean To Be Participating In Class

Overcoming my timidness may not seem like such an important deed, but when I look back, I recognize how much it held me back. The fear of speaking up crippled me and caused me to be unable to speak my mind. The black hole that consumed my life was my own insecurity. I started my first year of high school perfectly content living without a voice, as long as I was not the center of attention, I was at peace. During my junior year, I decided that it was finally time to face my challenge head on. I did the one thing that scared me most, I ran for treasurer for both the senior class and National Honors Society. At the time I made the decision, I knew that an important part of being an officer was speaking in front of my peers and teachers. I made

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.

Freshman year I had found a good group of friends that I felt comfortable around. I was building a lot of social confidence; I was determined to get that same confidence in the classroom. I had the mindset of putting my education before hanging out with friends. Speaking up in the classroom started to become more natural to me. I discovered I was good at mastering small details and became intrigued by specific topics like the creation of the United States Federal Reserve. Though I still am rarely the first to jump into a conversation in the classroom, I always look for opportunities to display the intellect I kept silent for so

When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team

During my four years at Beddingfield High School, I have made and lost a lot of friends, met people that will forever remain close to me and went through a couple of things that I probably thought would ever happen to me. My freshman year at Beddingfield, I had just moved from Atlanta, Georgia, so I really did not know anyone. My first day at Beddingfield High School I met a girl name Brionna and at the time I didn’t know anyone, so I was surprised that she even had spoken to me. I was shy the first couple of weeks, but getting to know I everyone I started to come out of my shell except for when it was time to do a presentation or talk in front of the class. I still have this fear today. As months went by I felt as if I knew everyone, but that thought changed when people started to spread rumors about me. I really didn’t say anything because I knew it was a lie. When that happened I started to distance myself from people because I started to figure out who my real friends were. The same few people I was friends with my freshman are the same people I hang with today because they showed me that everybody is

To begin with, I am very shy which can be a good thing and a bad thing but I take it as a bad thing, trust me I do not want to be the person that is always hiding in the shadows. I want to be the type of person that is always raising her hand and participating in class but something stops me and I'm not sure what. I'm not sure why I'm like this, is it because I'm worried what others might think about me? or is it because I'm worried if I'm going to be right? I know that it doesn't matter because no ones opinion matters except myself, but something gets to me whenever they talk behind my back. I have tried everything for me to stop being super shy and this year I joined acting class hoping to make me outgoing and right now it's about

When I was a freshmen, I used to be this shy person who was afraid to take risks both inside and out of the classroom. I barely talked to any other students except for the people in my classes. I didn’t talk unless needed to. Throughout the years, I tried joining different school clubs and groups to meet more people and get rid of my anxiety, but it was hard for me to talk to people for I become anxious all the time. When I talk to people that I don’t really know, I get intimidated and I stutter a lot. Even as a member of a group called Student Leader, where I always talk to parents when there are school events and where I always have to work with school staff, I still get anxious. However, that all changed when I became the president of NHS. I was given a responsibility, and I know I have to do my best to lead this

Everyone knows the feeling of wanting to speak to someone yet the fear of rejection is stuck in the back of your mind, refusing to leave. "Painfully shy", a term used by fellow peers when describing me, and I must admit that they are far from wrong. I find myself stuck in an endless cycle of worry and regret, missing out on great opportunities as the thought of socialising with people I don't know makes my stomach churn and my palms sweat, a wave of nausea crashing over my entire being. I don't think "shy" is the correct label for me. However, I'm unsure what it is that's wrong with me, nor do I know if I will ever find out.

Throughout many of my journal entries I express the fear of going outside of my comfort zone. This fear I have is the reason why I am not vey social able or outgoing. In many of my reflections I also express the fact that I’m afraid of other people and how they will judge me. Last week in class we learned about how adolescence believe in an imaginary audience. I don’t think I ever really grew out of believing in an imaginary audience. I still constantly think I am the center of people’s attention and not in a good way.

When I first came to America, I was bullied because I was different, and judged of every action so I could be mocked by the way I behaved. I used to have no problems asking where the bathroom is, and I didn’t care about my accent or grammar as long as I got the message across. But years growing up in a tiny Southern town, unaware of the existence of the Asian race, molded me into a different person. I was, and still, fearsome of social situations, as little as asking someone in class for a pencil. I could never ask for help because I was afraid what will happen during the process, or after. In my head, I’d imagine instances where my voice could crack while asking, the class could go silent focusing their attention onto me, or worse, finally having the courage to ask, but it turns out the person I asked had rejected my request. This personality of mine is so painful at times, I considered it as a disorder. I was always stuck in between this thick social barrier; I couldn’t approach anyone, always the one waiting to be approached. But, unlike the silent students who are great scholars, I was never a great student myself, and I suffered immensely. When it was time for group projects, I was always the fatboy in PE, having the teacher assign me to a random group. I’ve been trying to overcome this social anxiety by forcing myself to talk to new people,

Therefore, I was so afraid of meeting new people that I never put myself out there, I never participated or volunteered in class I couldn't even talk to the teacher, I was just too shy. My second grade teacher, was the one to nudge me in another direction

I had gone to 4-H camps for a while but that never seemed to help with my shyness. It was when I started going to CYO, catholic youth organization, camp that I started to come out of my shell. My shyness didn’t go away all at once, I am in fact still trying to overcome this and starting to feel more comfortable talking to strangers. I still get really nervous when I speak in public and shake a little when I sing, but what stumps me is how I am not nervous at all when I am acting. I may never know why I feel so comfortable pretending to be someone

I usually have difficulty communicating the way I feel or what I want to say comes out all wrong. Being around people if we aren't close like I said before makes it look like I'm standoffish and rather just stay to myself. What I believe this shows about myself is that I'm not too confident of myself and that I have to have something or someone to reassure me. I may come off this confident person but that is one flaw that I have with myself and it shows by the way I am with people and my actions around other for example, the sarcasm and rather stay to myself at times. By participating in all these clubs and activities I feel like they are the things that will help with my confidence levels and communicating with

In all honesty, my first two years in high school I was perfectly content with blending into the background. I was a follower, never a leader. I rarely participated. I did everything in my power to stay away from any potentially “awkward situations,” which, to me, included any conversation that wasn’t with a friend or my mom. And I was okay with that. But, following the lead of some friends, and with a bit (or a lot) of coercion, I signed up for a class that was far outside my comfort zone.

Being a social butterfly with the difficulty to speak her mind may seem contradictory, however the causes of past experience provide evidence. Main causes for self struggles include my upbringing and insecurities. My upbringing from a Hispanic household had influenced my understanding of adults to be respected and not to question their authority. What my parents said was law, no questions about it. Respect slowly turned to fear as I grew older due to consequences and punishments I received. My insecurities slowly conquered my thoughts at the age of 10, preventing me from speaking to any adult. I felt as if everything I said or did was incorrect, triggering my silence inside and outside the classroom. My silence slowly spiraled my life downwards causing my fear of authority to follow me from middle