somewhereoverth
Nov 30, 2009
Undergraduate / "my first speech for the club." [3]
I stutter, I shatter, and I am painfully shy. No, I don't have a case of social phobia; I am fairly social. However, when it comes to speaking to a large crowd, I get nervous. This revelation stems from my kindergarten days. Every morning in kindergarten, my teacher erupted into a huge grin and said along with a clap "it's time to recite the alphabet!" She not only made us do this everyday, but she also made us recite it in front of a number of parents. However, I was always too shy to perform this task. I hid myself in the corner of the classroom. I felt a surge of tears rolling down my face. And I heard the sounds of my heartbeat instantly burst into loud thumps. I just dreaded this exercise so much; it murdered my confidence.
Am I destined to stay this way? I felt I needed to prove to those particular people, who I'm always shying away from, that I was a confident person. I feared that I would remain the same as I was in kindergarten for eternity. I wanted so badly to overcome this fear.
In my freshmen year of high school, a good friend and I created a humanitarian club called the Female Aid Organization Club. This club was intended to raise money to help women in developing countries. Furthermore, when I was told I was put into the position of vice-presidency, I cheered with excitement. My friend, however, looked at me with a mixed and vague expression and said "it's not going to be easy." She was right. I assumed being vice-president would be a breeze, but to my dismay, it was nothing like I envisioned. I was expected to do the hardest task on earth: public speaking.
It was my first speech for the club. The crowd was humongous. The atmosphere was grimy and dark. The constant noises coming from the crowd agitated me. All I could feel was failure. As I made my way blindly towards the dark stage, I couldn't help but try to distinguish the faces in the crowd. It was all too blurry. When I finally got to the microphone, the crowd suddenly became silent. It was time to speak. Within a couple of seconds, I ushered myself to open my mouth. It's officially time to begin the speech. Sadly, I stuttered in my first sentence. But as the speech went along, everything just fell into place. I did not hesitate to speak for the rest of it. I spoke eloquently, without any stuttering. As I ended the speech, the crowd applauded and cheered.
I did it. I never felt so accomplished in my life. As the years went by, my whole being transformed from a child who trembled at the sight of public speaking, to a confident woman who speaks with confidence and ease. I now enjoy public speaking.
alright, i don't know how to indent, as you can see...
I stutter, I shatter, and I am painfully shy. No, I don't have a case of social phobia; I am fairly social. However, when it comes to speaking to a large crowd, I get nervous. This revelation stems from my kindergarten days. Every morning in kindergarten, my teacher erupted into a huge grin and said along with a clap "it's time to recite the alphabet!" She not only made us do this everyday, but she also made us recite it in front of a number of parents. However, I was always too shy to perform this task. I hid myself in the corner of the classroom. I felt a surge of tears rolling down my face. And I heard the sounds of my heartbeat instantly burst into loud thumps. I just dreaded this exercise so much; it murdered my confidence.
Am I destined to stay this way? I felt I needed to prove to those particular people, who I'm always shying away from, that I was a confident person. I feared that I would remain the same as I was in kindergarten for eternity. I wanted so badly to overcome this fear.
In my freshmen year of high school, a good friend and I created a humanitarian club called the Female Aid Organization Club. This club was intended to raise money to help women in developing countries. Furthermore, when I was told I was put into the position of vice-presidency, I cheered with excitement. My friend, however, looked at me with a mixed and vague expression and said "it's not going to be easy." She was right. I assumed being vice-president would be a breeze, but to my dismay, it was nothing like I envisioned. I was expected to do the hardest task on earth: public speaking.
It was my first speech for the club. The crowd was humongous. The atmosphere was grimy and dark. The constant noises coming from the crowd agitated me. All I could feel was failure. As I made my way blindly towards the dark stage, I couldn't help but try to distinguish the faces in the crowd. It was all too blurry. When I finally got to the microphone, the crowd suddenly became silent. It was time to speak. Within a couple of seconds, I ushered myself to open my mouth. It's officially time to begin the speech. Sadly, I stuttered in my first sentence. But as the speech went along, everything just fell into place. I did not hesitate to speak for the rest of it. I spoke eloquently, without any stuttering. As I ended the speech, the crowd applauded and cheered.
I did it. I never felt so accomplished in my life. As the years went by, my whole being transformed from a child who trembled at the sight of public speaking, to a confident woman who speaks with confidence and ease. I now enjoy public speaking.
alright, i don't know how to indent, as you can see...