Personal Narrative: A Class Divided

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My teacher asked to speak to me urgently one day after class to ask me for a favor. As I followed her into the hall I had no expectations in mind as to what she could need from me. She informed me that a new student with severe social anxiety would be joining us, and I was chosen to help her catch up to the week of school that she missed. I agreed to helping her considering I only needed to help with classwork. The next day when the new student arrived, I greeted her with enthusiasm, hoping to meet a new potential friend. She responded with a quiet acknowledgment and introduces herself as Huda, and left to go to take her seat. I was taken aback by her attitude, and believed that she did not take a liking to me. I then only talked to her when it was necessary, and avoided her as much as I can. …show more content…
Our teacher asked me to help her break out of her shell and to encourage to social. Since we were sitting next to each other in class, we were forced into interacting more and learning about each other’s personalities. I came to learn that my first impression of her was false, and that the reason behind her abrupt attitude was her awkwardness and shyness during social interactions. I realized that she could not help but react that way. I began to try and understand her actions, and I tried to help her overcome her anxiety. I understood then that people with social anxiety need to be given the time to adjust, and become comfortable with their environment. If I was ever put in a similar the situation I would make sure to give the time the person

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