Words To Describe Me Analysis

Throughout the course of my life many people have come up with words to describe me. Whether it was shy, afraid, or quiet, they all meant the same thing to me. To me they all meant weak. I never wanted to come off as weak, but anxiety was a never-ending war within me. It was tough to face other people due to the anxiety because I was already thought of as a girl who was not strong. Proving to them that I was more than those words was important to me. I’ve always known that public speaking wasn’t my favorite due to the unruly heart rate caused by it. I am a hardworking student and always have been. I do my homework, I pass tests, I get good grades, but as soon as I am up in front of a class, I’m back in this shell. It is unbelievably discouraging.

Some traumatic public speaking experience in eighth grade when I was laughed at ruined everything. With a blink of an eye this wall stands a mile high. When I push myself to stand in front of a class I notice a few bricks fall, and sometimes I see a lot of bricks fall. The bricks are not easy to knock down, but I feel good once I see the wall getting smaller. My senior year was a success. Moving from California to Oregon was not easy. Staring at a high school with no familiar faces was even harder. The first few weeks were rough, and I could feel the wall getting taller again. In order to stop that I would raise my hand and talk more in class. It seems easy to others, but it was a challenge for me.

After a few months it got easier. I had made some friends, and I looked forward to speaking in class. I ended up graduating with straight A’s and a g.p.a. of 4.0. It took me by surprise, but I was proud. When it was time to sign up for college the wall grew a little bit more. Starting in the summer I knew I wouldn’t know anyone, but it has been the best