" I glared at her, hoping that if I stared hard enough my class schedule would magically correct itself (it didn 't). She seemed to sense my negative energy and sighed, as though I was a chore she would have to deal with. "I 'm looking forward to teaching you all this year," she glanced at me, " well, most of you." She handed us pieces of paper with prompts for writing pieces on them. I raised my hand.
I’ve always been this way, but when I was younger I was described as simply “shy.” This was never the case, though, I was much worse than shy. I was scared of people, the world, everything. Think Chuckie from the children’s show “Rugrats,” if you’ve seen it. Because of my anxiety, I have a tendency to make things much worse in my head than they actually are.
My attitude started to change, becoming more rambunctious, starting to be more moody and gloomy, incapable of listening to rules. I was just getting worst by the days. All I really wanted was to have a little fun. For a sensitive person you get hurt very easily. I, being called names, was not the best
I did not want to face my team due to pure embarrassment . I was a tidal pool of emotions shifting back and forth between fear, anger, disappointment, and shame. Worst of all was the dialogue in my own head. You let your entire team down. You 'll never be an outstanding runner.
While I sat there reading it, I not only laughed about how apprehensive I acted the day before, but I realized how bad I wanted this. I started thinking to myself that I was competent. I had the requirements to become part of National Honor Society. Why was I so nervous in the first place? One thing I learned during my high
For example, in high school, I had one of my teachers tell me something related to a specific topic and I responded saying, “yeah, right.” To him I doubted him on what he was teaching in the class, but in reality I was just being sarcastic. Sarcasm has its ups and downs that only we can choose how we use it in our language. Using sarcasm is a way for one to be nice or rude,
As I walked past the front of the class and unfamiliar faces, I thought to myself , “Just need one more teacher signature with the help from the school aide and I will be out of this school.” A few moments later, a student yelled , “Oh hey! It’s that Asian kid with freckles!” The entire class bursted into laughter. As I turned towards the one who shouted, my eyes widened and my face turned bright red.