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Personal Narrative: Failure To Express

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Failure to Express
From as far back as I can remember, shyness made me scared to speak up for myself. In fifth grade, I distinctly remember being unable or unwilling to speak with my teacher. I had had a skiing accident where I had broken my jaw in the mishap. The accident caused me to have to stay home from school for about six weeks. My teacher sent home work for me, so I diligently finished everything, in hopes of making my teacher proud. Although I knew I had done all the work, she disagreed and gave me a little over half the credit I deserved. I was disappointed in myself for accepting less than what I had earned, I did not want to speak up and respectfully request for my teacher to find the remaining assignments. I wanted my teacher to be proud of my work, even though I did not feel proud enough to get the credits I deserved. …show more content…

My timid behavior made me feel unworthy, awkward and silenced to never speak honestly about what bothered me. Day after day, I would watch life go by without considering joining in, because participating would require me to talk for myself. I never deliberately lied to people, I just could not work up enough courage to tell someone when I needed anything like credit I deserved, support I needed through rough times, or correct behavior adjustments I desired. Although I did not know how to reverse my shyness, I desperately wanted to change. I certainly had the intent of trying my hardest to never fail at using my own voice again. Feeling the pain of having no voice made me feel powerless and a little lonely. Feeling so low made me realize my failure cannot get any worse, I could only improve from there. Although I still felt shy, I now had the strength of will power to

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