Anxiety in today's world is not uncommon; it is more common that people are diagnosed with it now than ever before.Anxiety can make a person overthink every single thing, makes you leave the things you love behind, becoming freaked out over something for no reason, etc. Anxiety for me feels like I am locked away in a cell that won’t let me experience adventures that I might enjoy; that I know I will enjoy. Instead of enjoying though, I generate a continuous list of all the wrongs that could happen if I step out of my padded box to the outside world that holds the adventure. The adventure that I would die for, but am too afraid to find.
I am eleven, it is the second day of middle school, and I saunter into my art classroom and I am blasted …show more content…
The scratchy material embedded into the back of my thighs as the minutes pass I watch as workers in the human society pass me with polite smiles, people adopt their new pets, other people spill in for the orientation and listen to the dogs in the next room bark in waughs and whine screechenly. Soon enough, the manager comes out and introduces herself, that's when I begin to feel worse, my arms feel weak as I push myself out of the chair I confided in, and I look across all the faces of the people coming along on the tour. My faces heat when one of the mothers who brought her son makes eye contact with me, and I shoot my eyes …show more content…
After our introductions, we group together on our way to tour and I become excited about the possibilities that the humane society holds for me. All of my giddy attention is on the manager as she tells us that after a certain amount of volunteer hours we can sign up for different positions throughout the facility; the one I am interested in is the Veterinary volunteer position, and I can’t wait to acquire my hours so I can do it. But, after the orientation, days, then weeks, then months pass by, and I can’t bring myself to signing up again, and the possibility of mishandling a situation outweighs my yearning of experiences. There have been times I have stepped out of my padded box and excelled and enjoyed the opportunities I grabbed by the horns. One of these times was when I was in a class my junior year, it was an AP class and I always felt nervous walking into it, thinking I wasn’t astute enough to be attending such a class, however, I walked in one morning knowing that we were going to be doing speeches about a person we picked and why that person is significant. Susan B. Anthony, was the person I chose; she isn’t my favorite person or someone I look up to every day but I wanted to give the best speech I
I am eleven, it is the second day of middle school, and I saunter into my art classroom and I am blasted …show more content…
The scratchy material embedded into the back of my thighs as the minutes pass I watch as workers in the human society pass me with polite smiles, people adopt their new pets, other people spill in for the orientation and listen to the dogs in the next room bark in waughs and whine screechenly. Soon enough, the manager comes out and introduces herself, that's when I begin to feel worse, my arms feel weak as I push myself out of the chair I confided in, and I look across all the faces of the people coming along on the tour. My faces heat when one of the mothers who brought her son makes eye contact with me, and I shoot my eyes …show more content…
After our introductions, we group together on our way to tour and I become excited about the possibilities that the humane society holds for me. All of my giddy attention is on the manager as she tells us that after a certain amount of volunteer hours we can sign up for different positions throughout the facility; the one I am interested in is the Veterinary volunteer position, and I can’t wait to acquire my hours so I can do it. But, after the orientation, days, then weeks, then months pass by, and I can’t bring myself to signing up again, and the possibility of mishandling a situation outweighs my yearning of experiences. There have been times I have stepped out of my padded box and excelled and enjoyed the opportunities I grabbed by the horns. One of these times was when I was in a class my junior year, it was an AP class and I always felt nervous walking into it, thinking I wasn’t astute enough to be attending such a class, however, I walked in one morning knowing that we were going to be doing speeches about a person we picked and why that person is significant. Susan B. Anthony, was the person I chose; she isn’t my favorite person or someone I look up to every day but I wanted to give the best speech I