Personal Narrative

“Failure always comes before success,” that’s what they all say, but in my case, it was never like that. Some are great in basketball, and some are experts in chess, but for me, it was public speaking. I loved it, it was what defined me, what made me feel confident. When I was in preschool, I went to my first poetry recital. It was only reciting a four lines of “Humpty Dumpty”, and I pretty sure I pronounced half of the words wrong, the experience was exhilarating, and ever since then, I was hooked to it. Although I had loved it, I never really pursued public speaking because my life revolved around sports at that time.
It was in second grade when I started competitive public speaking. It was a school competition, where the school would hope that students would have the courage to do public speaking. I didn’t even expect to win, but I surprisingly did. Throughout the next few years, I continued to win the speech meets. At different competitions, I would be …show more content…
Well there’s no turning back now, I would tell myself. I kept myself very focused for the next two weeks, making sure that nothing can be wrong with me on the day of the level two competition. When I first arrived there, the nerves kicked me hard. All the high school contestants looked so professional and smart, and that was an automatic panic mode set off, but I knew that I could it, so I swallowed my nervous energy, and shook it off. I did another flawless job with the presentation and knowing that I did my best, I realized that if I did lose, I would leave without a regret. “Ba bump, ba bump, ba bump,” my heart thumped, as I waited for the results.
“And the winner is, drum roll please. SPEAKER B, TIFFANY LAI!” announced the judge. I quickly jumped up, with the biggest smile on my face. You did it, you’re going to the finals! I chanted over and over again in my