Historical Moment
“To escape fear, you must go through it, not around it.” The horrors of public speaking plague an introverts mind. Growing up, other kids called me shy since I never talked unless a teacher forced me to. Consequently, I do not understand how I got myself into this situation.
Here I sit in an empty, colorless classroom filled with students tapping on their desks itching for the 2:25 P.M. bell to ring and dismiss them from their misery. The teacher, a small crabby old man, stands in the front of the class endlessly blithering about our new assignment – history fair; nonetheless, we pay attention. As soon as our teacher finishes blabbering my three closest friends, Marlene, Daniel, and Rebekah turn to me and ask a question I would soon dread for days on end. “Hey, do you want to do a performance?” Although, I am the first to acknowledge my subpar public speaking skills, I agreed to their proposal. …show more content…
We all knew every single line and move we had to do; however, only one problem remains unsolved. How am I supposed to pretend that I could go on stage, and recite all my lines correctly without tripping and falling flat on my face? For almost two weeks I have been emotionally overwhelmed; I cry at even the slightest mention of history fair. My body feels depleted of energy. The thought of saying one word in front of a crowd makes me want to sob. My heart starts to pound; my heart feels as if it will escape my chest any second. I have never been the outgoing type, so why in the world did I agree to this? All of the days we spent practicing diligently after school suddenly feel obsolete; I could not seem to remember my first line, or my second, or my third. I try to tell myself that it is okay if I mess up, but that only makes it
“To escape fear, you must go through it, not around it.” The horrors of public speaking plague an introverts mind. Growing up, other kids called me shy since I never talked unless a teacher forced me to. Consequently, I do not understand how I got myself into this situation.
Here I sit in an empty, colorless classroom filled with students tapping on their desks itching for the 2:25 P.M. bell to ring and dismiss them from their misery. The teacher, a small crabby old man, stands in the front of the class endlessly blithering about our new assignment – history fair; nonetheless, we pay attention. As soon as our teacher finishes blabbering my three closest friends, Marlene, Daniel, and Rebekah turn to me and ask a question I would soon dread for days on end. “Hey, do you want to do a performance?” Although, I am the first to acknowledge my subpar public speaking skills, I agreed to their proposal. …show more content…
We all knew every single line and move we had to do; however, only one problem remains unsolved. How am I supposed to pretend that I could go on stage, and recite all my lines correctly without tripping and falling flat on my face? For almost two weeks I have been emotionally overwhelmed; I cry at even the slightest mention of history fair. My body feels depleted of energy. The thought of saying one word in front of a crowd makes me want to sob. My heart starts to pound; my heart feels as if it will escape my chest any second. I have never been the outgoing type, so why in the world did I agree to this? All of the days we spent practicing diligently after school suddenly feel obsolete; I could not seem to remember my first line, or my second, or my third. I try to tell myself that it is okay if I mess up, but that only makes it