Narrative Essay For College

Standing in line with the rest of my Middle School chorus group, I can feel my palms start to sweat and my legs begin to shake. I can hear the applause of the crowd as the line of student singers in front of me begins to file onstage, but I am not following them. My legs are running in the opposite direction - towards the bathroom, where I am not obliged to perform; where hundreds of eyes are not fixed on my every move. Once again, I have allowed my fear to overcome me.
Flash forward five years later, at a WRAL studio: The large crowd is spread out in front of me as I approach the microphone. I draw a deep breath and begin to recount to the audience my time spent at WRAL thus far. In my head, I recount all of the time spent following my dreams. I relive every Thursday night spent in the WRAL studio, the countless hours of editing on my computer, my frozen fingers from setting up the Christmas parades at 4:00 AM, every button pushed and every dial turned in the Durham Bulls Control room. Every choice I made while pursuing my interest in communications led me up to this point in my life. By reminding myself of everything I was able to persevere through, I am able to finish my speech and check off yet another once terrifying task that I was able to defeat.
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Although I am still full of numerous fears and uncertainties, the difference between me and my middle-school-aged self is that I pursue what I want despite these uncertainties. I therefore do not regard myself as weak due to my fears. I regard myself as strong due to my actions. Without fear, I would not have the drive to step out of my comfort zone, an act that has helped me in countless aspects of my life, from making new friends to landing a new job. It can therefore be reasoned that my fear is a source of my success, and for that I am