Personal Narrative: Growing Up In My Class

Growing up, I would always be known as the cheerful, inquisitive girl in class, and I thought this would never change. The first day of grade 6 came, and it was time to introduce ourselves to the class. To my surprise, people started laughing at me right after I started speaking.I remember thinking to myself: “Did I say something wrong?”. Choosing to go on with my day, I ignored the continuous laughter of the class and told myself that the next days of school would be better, as it was a new school year after all. Everything changed when I went into the classroom one day, looking exhausted from the lack of sleep I was able to get the previous night. I heard my classmates mimicking the sound of an owl, and at first, I had no clue what they meant. …show more content…
It was obvious that they thought so lowly of me, even doubting my intelligence as they believed that someone who sleeps late most likely has a scattered brain.Every day, I’d get home and cry myself to sleep, wishing that I had a different face, or that this flaw of mine would magically go away.Even little mistakes I had made were taken note of in class, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse than what I was experiencing, it did. There was a time wherein I strayed away from the class during an assembly and as my adviser saw me catch up, she stopped the whole class and shouted at me. “Hindi ka kasi alerto! Lagi ka na lang palutang lutang!” the whole class looked back at me, as the familiar sounds of laughter began again.It seemed like the whole world was against me, and nothing would ever turn out right.Every word I spoke, and each time I showed my face would be judged and criticized, and I hated the thought of that. It led to me shutting out everyone who tried to approach me, and even simple conversations would get me anxious. It felt like I was drowning, and nobody was there to save …show more content…
I wanted to be myself again, and through God’s guidance, I was able to get myself back on track. Even the smallest things would mean so much to me, like volunteering to play the lead role in our class play, and being an actress for skits.Singing was something I had always loved, but the rejections from several auditions made me doubt my abilities.Getting declined from each broke my heart, as I thought that one of the things I was the most passionate about just wasn’t for me. There were days that I felt like giving up and forgetting this passion of mine, but I knew to myself that this wasn’t right. How could someone like me choose to surrender so easily? Is this what God would’ve wanted me to do? It was said in the Bible that sharing your talents with others would make them grow into even more fruitful ones, and that’s how I gained the courage to volunteer. When no one else believed in me, God was there to tell me that if I just put my heart into it, maybe someday my voice could be heard. Each time I performed,I felt amazing. It was like I was finally understanding why I had to endure all of this suffering. In sophomore year, I became interested in joining religious organizations and church organizations, and I found out that I had just gotten into Youth For Christ- Zobel’s camp, Dauntless. Those three