Personal Narrative Speech

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I remember enrolling into a speech class. The new school told me it was required to graduate, and I wanted to graduate, so of course I took it… I always avoided being the person who spoke in front of the class. I was scared that people would think I was illiterate because of my limited vocabulary, and lack of language skills compared to my peers, but I figured it couldn’t be too dreadful. On the first day, the teacher assigned the class an informative speech over a topic of our choice. Interested in the human brain, I chose to do my speech over lucid dreaming. I spent multiple nights researching until I got all of my information together. I wrote down the materials I needed to know on my notecards and rehearsed; everything that I would …show more content…
I was trying to remember word for word what I had wrote down on my notecards, while also trying to remember hand gestures I was supposed to use, and which direction I was supposed to move towards, all at the same time. I knew I wasn’t doing too well. I think my teacher knew I was getting stressed because when I looked up at him, he mouthed to me the word “relax”, and I did. What was I really scared of? No one here read my paper before hand, and even if they had, they couldn’t have memorized everything I was going to say. If I mess up, or say something different from what is copied down on that page, no one will know besides me. The fear fell from me like a cocoon of a butterfly’s descending to the ground. I was a changed person. The words were now flowing out of my mouth like a river, natural and effortless. Everyone in the class was listening so attentively, making sure they understood every word that I was saying to them. They didn’t want to miss a single detail. It was as though all of the hard work, and passion I had put into this speech, was being shown through the language I was speaking. When I had finished, there was silence. It was as if the people sitting in that room didn’t want me to be finished speaking. No one wanted to clap, because no one wanted the speech to be …show more content…
It took me twelve years of schooling, thirteen if you count kindergarten, to realize how powerful language really is. In that moment, when I had all eyes on me, I realized how absurd it was for me to be frightened by speaking, or, more specifically, words. Language is an amazing thing, that not everyone in this world has the opportunity to experience the beauty of. The elegance of language is so powerful. It’s insane to think that you can have two different people say the exact same word, yet it can be perceived so differently because of a person 's language. The tone of your voice, your facial expressions, a person’s literacy level, and so much more can affect a person’s “language”. Instead of loving language, I was scared of it. I realized through that speech that you do not need to fear what others think of your language, but, instead, love and appreciate the fact that you have been educated enough to comprehend language because it is a beautiful thing to be blessed

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