In the first three chapters of Michael Motley’s book Overcoming Your Fear of Public Speaking: A Proven Method, Motley goes over other people’s methods compared to his own, physical reactions spurred on by the anxiety, and also how to change ones style of speaking from “performance orientation” to “communication orientation” (Motley, 1997, p. 41) These three chapters hold several very strong points of interest for someone with any kind of anxiety about public speaking, which would be everyone, that could help him or her manage the symptoms of anxiety. In chapter one Motley starts out with giving the audience different scenarios that helps form a connection between him and the readers, by doing this Motley is able to create credibility with the readers. Credibility is important in any field, literature and public speaking in particular, because if the author/speaker doesn’t form this connection then he is just some random Joe off the street.…
I walked off thinking all went well. On the car ride home, however, my parents gave me a stern talk about why my response did not fall into the “socially acceptable rules for conversation”. Images from past events flooded into my mind- me, frozen in front of judges in Academic Decathlon; me, silent when asked to pray- my problem transcended conversation: it was a fear of speech.…
“I’m not afraid to compete. It’s just the opposite. Don’t you see that? I’m afraid I will – compete – that’s what scares me. That’s why I quit the theatre department. Just because I’m so horribly conditioned and people to rave about me, doesn’t make it right. I’m ashamed of it. I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I’m sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of splash.”1…
A big portion of my life I was a very secluded and quiet kid from middle school into freshman year of college. Being put in a class where all your assignments, quizzes, and tests were all based on your ability to speak to others sounded like a nightmare to me. Lesson after lesson I learned how to avoid plagiarism, the multiple parts of a speech, and even how to avoid speech anxiety. When it was my designated day to speak, even with all the information taught, it was the worst speech given that day due to how timid I was talking. As the days went hearing other people give their first speech helped me to understand something, that I was not alone. There were others in the class that were as bad or worse than I was at delivering speeches. After the initial speech my confidence for myself grew as I prepared for the speeches throughout the…
There comes a time or two in our lives where we struggle with certain aspects which we will overcome at a later time in life. As a child, I was told that I was very outgoing and friendly, but I felt like a shy and quiet soul. While my friends were shining stars and found merriment in groups, I was just merely a shadow behind them, finding content in being alone. However, teachers would notice this trait of mine and try to pull me out of my shell time and time again. When facing the judgemental eyes of my teacher and curious classmates, I would freeze up and an uneasiness would fill my body from head to toe. Panic would set in and my words would come out in a jumbled mess. Public speaking was just not my forte.…
Being trapped in the state of fear and lack of self-confidence caused me to struggle socially and mentally, but soon I realized how much I have grown as a person. Therefore, I am no longer afraid of starting new and taking a step forward, all thanks to my experience at my middle school MSA (Magnolia Science Academy).…
We as women already are overcasted in this male dominated world, where some men still feel that a women should stand behind their men instead of in front, meaning women being a women (housewive), listening to orders, instead of making them. But, over the years i’ve found my voice and i don't think much people in my life was happy about that, especially my parents, friends, family, etc. I noticed that it was beneficial for me to do so, because constantly people thought that they could have taken advantage of me and say or do whatever they wanted to me because they knew i was the quiet,sweet girl who wouldn't hurt a fly. But, now I’m not as scared, however i have to sometimes not be too vocal. My problem is not speaking up, or public speaking in general, but, i'm just afraid of the idea of having to do it, which is a result of my laziness, shyness and also my comfort level; because if i'm not comfortable or in the right mood, there's a slight chance i would not be “unlocking my…
It was my point of view on the death penalty, so naturally it was a touchy subject to begin with. The nature of the topic made it more difficult for me to execute (no pun intended) my speech. I walked up to the podium, fixed my papers, and started reading. The class was silent. It felt like I was reading for hours, but it took me only 10 minutes. At the end of the speech, my teacher asked for opinions and critiques. One boy said he agreed with my point of view. Another girl said, "I admired how passionate you were about what you were saying." That comment built up my non-existent confidence. It made me come to terms with my problem. I then made it my personal mission to find a solution to this problem, or maybe I was still stuck in my Geometry class from first period, who knows. We did more and more presentations, sometimes alone and sometimes with a partner. My public speaking teacher was also a Drama teacher, so she wanted to incorporate a little part of her Drama class. The assignment was to read a monologue and act it out. Now, public speaking was hard enough for me, but acting in front of people was on a whole different level. I managed to complete the monologue without having a panic attack, so that was a good sign. By the time the school year was over, I had gotten more confident in my presentations. I could talk in front of a class without resembling a tomato! Mission…
For instance, auditions give me the worst anxiety. I can handle performing, but I have backed out of so many things because I was afraid to try out for them. Show Choir has given me a different idea about auditions. Several members have told me there’s really positive energy and it feels like it more of a rehearsal. Knowing me, I’m still going to be a nervous wreck. But that’s okay! I want to push myself out of comfort zone so I can grow as a singer and be involved in more music programs. I feel so accepted at the Arts Academy; this seems like a great place to start. This year, I’ve also discovered my passion for Jesus and my desire to spread His love. My mission is to display the Fruits of the Spirit and try to become more like Him. This means being patient, kind, and having the self control to bite my tongue and not start arguments. I’m not always as successful as I hope, but I desire to thrive in my faith and be the best person I can be. I’m choosing to work with others, be understanding, and respect each and every member of…
I started to become introvert, quiet in class, and very anti-social. All of that changed my senior year. Since I am an ambassador at my school (North Edgecombe High School), it allowed me to speak up more, participate at events, and turn me into a better person. It was one particular event that changed my life around. The event was the: Teach For America Event. At the event, teachers from all around the world, came to my school to learn how to become a better teacher, and how to get their students more active in school. During the event, all the student ambassadors, including myself, had to be a part of it. At the beginning of the event, me and another ambassador had to open the event up by telling them our new mission and vision statement that the students ambassadors created, and why we created it. I was very nervous, but I did very well introducing the event to everyone. This event changed me for the better. Now, I am very sociable and out-going. This event prepared me to be a successful member of this community because it showed me to be true to myself, and if I believe that I can accomplish anything, I can, and I…
I could barely stand on my knees, the sweat in my hands was evident, and the thoughts in my brain were racing. This is what I was experiencing as I stepped in front of the class freshman year to present my analysis over Shakespeare's Macbeth. Public speaking had never been my specialty before, but this time was different. Presenting in front of new classmates and an intimidating teacher would scare any freshman student. Of course, I knew that this task had to be completed at some point, but this did not make the fear any less real. As I walked up to the computer to load up my presentation, I thought of anything that would help me. No matter what my brain said, the symptoms of my body proved how I truly felt. The teacher must have picked up…
Paper firmly grasped in hands, palms sweating more than ever, heart beating through my ears, my turn came to present in sixth grade english class. I looked down at my paper, then back at the fifty-two beaming eyes all focused on me, silently waiting for me to begin. Speaking in front of my classmates like this made my middle school self more insecure than ever. Dozens of questions rambled through my brain. As soon as I was finished and made it safely back into my seat, I was eternally grateful to not be the center of attention anymore. I decided that at all costs, I would do my best to avoid public speaking throughout the rest of my career as a student.…
In high school I enrolled in a speech class that was required for my diploma. My problem wasn’t remembering what to say but being able to speak in front of a classroom full of people. I shouldn’t have had a problem with it at all, considering the classroom was full of people I’ve known my whole life, people I’ve grown up with. I got up in front of the class ready to go, I managed to spit out two sentences then my mind went blank. I was embarrassed, scared of what they would think about me if I were to mess up. Would they call me names? Would they think I wasn’t prepared? Would they think I was dumb, powerless, uncreative, and weak? The only thing I could think to do was run to the nearest exit, so out I went. My teacher had followed me but at that point I had tears in my eyes, I was shaking with sweaty palms. She managed to calm me down, she gave me the rational beliefs that I needed, and she believed in me exactly how I should have believed in myself.…
At our first competition, I was extremely nervous. We only practiced the day before, but my friend reassured me that it’s going to be okay, and I should just “dip my feet in the water” to get a feel for debate. So as I walk over to the podium to deliver my 8 minute speech, I tried to look as poised and confident as possible. Once I opened my mouth, everything just fell apart. I did not “dip my feet in the water”, but instead I drowned. I sounded like a stuttering robot as I…
I would be on stage in front of the whole school in a special, felt costume, running around with my friend Isabel. I was supposed to speak one line, but even with Isabel tugging on my hair, I could not say a word in front of all of the parents and siblings in the audience. That experience was so terrible that I would not go up on that stage again until three years later. This shyness, which has been prevalent in my life, followed me to first grade, in which I talked so little that my teachers did not know I could read. My teacher, Ms. Dorsey, placed me in a reading group for kids at a low reading level. We later learned in second grade, through special testing, that my reading comprehension exceeded those of most kids in my grade, but of course nobody knew that because I refused, or maybe could not speak. Later, I packed my anxiety in my backpack every day of third grade, in which I was later specifically trained at lunch so I could represent my class in the school-wide spelling bee. Fortunately, this prepared me for two more years of being on stage at future bees, in which I ended up doing very well. If only I could spell as well now as I did…