As I climbed up the big grand stairway of Paint Branch High school with my girlfriend, I found it more strenuous than running four hundred meters on a track and field and my miserable legs protested with each step. The tantalizing scent of the cheese pizza I held in a disposable tray, made the journey unbearable, for my growling stomach yearned for a bite. Once at the top, I am thrilled since my legs haven’t collapsed. Then, we hustled towards the right to Mr. Smith 's room. Pleasant noises came from within the room, students giggling while conversing cheerfully as we approached thus our entrance went unnoticed at first. Being in the classroom, felt like standing inside of a volcano on that sweltering summer day yet what was really making me sweat was the thought of confronting my teacher.
In this advanced placement or AP English classroom, I 'm defined as a shy student always sitting in the back row of the class refusing to participate in discussions because she feared humiliation. My perception of the classroom is that it’s small, the teacher 's computer and desk were situated to the left of the white Promethean board in the front. As I climbed up the big grand stairway of Paint Branch High school with my girlfriend, I found it more strenuous than running four hundred meters on a track field and my miserable legs protested with each step. The scent of the cheese pizza in my hands made the journey unbearable, for my growling stomach yearned for a bite. Once at the top, I am thrilled since my legs haven’t collapsed, we hustled towards the right to Mr. Smith 's room. Pleasant noises came from within the room, students giggling while conversing cheerfully and we walked in without tapping on the door...
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...nking and rational thinking. These stories demonstrate feeling shame because of others, whether it be failing to meet the expectations of others and having someone dear making you feel ashamed of it or doing something against your volition to avoid humiliation.
Both examples show how I went to extreme lengths, such as riding a gigantic roller coaster despite being an acrophobe and running away like a coward in order to avoid shame. Shame comes from fearing other’s perception of us and disturbs our ability to behave instinctively or rationally, but also forces us to act against our volition. I didn’t want to be laughed at for not knowing what a bucket list was or being afraid of roller coasters, therefore, I tried to do what others expected from me in order to not embarrass myself. I let my fear of shaming myself in front of others overpower me in both situations.
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