Personal Narrative: Traumatizing Repercussion

Many things pass my mind once I experience them, but this incident left me with a traumatizing repercussion. The first day of 7th grade had arrived, and I was terribly nervous. For as long as I could remember, I had always been that kid that got overly anxious for first days, or any type of social situation for that matter. My anxiousness was most probably fostered from the sheltered environment I grew up in. I was constantly ridiculously too shy to socialize or interact with new people. It would take me for what felt like centuries to settle into a classroom and be somewhat comfortable with the class and teachers. Since it was the first day of school, I knew the dreadful introducing ourselves assignments were coming up.
The bell rang, indicating the start of the first period. The students began to shuffle into class. I walked in after them, shy and alone, hoping I could hopefully make a friend so I wouldn’t have to sit alone for lunch break. Unbeknownst to me, I had a more significant problem arriving in the near future.
At first glance, the class

Immediately, my heart drops to the pit of my stomach. I begin to change colors like a chameleon, and I certainly knew it wasn’t because of the ice cold room. She says that she would like us to make a cover page for our English files that included anything that describes us as individuals, as well as, anything we would like the class to know about us. Elaborating more about the task, she says that she would like us to present it in front of class. The assignment quickly sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard. I already knew I had terrible presentation skills, something I felt like I was born with. Instantly, I was aware that this assignment was not going to go well. I had already set up myself for failure, but little did I know someone would be there to dig my grave a little