In third grade I remember it really picking up. In third grade there were four of us. Sierra, Mary, and Jennifer. We were the best friends. Mary had super long, blonde, hair. it always made me jealous that people thought hers was longer than mine, because it wasn't, mine was down to the same place on my body and I was taller adn therefore I had the longer hair, but no one believed me. Sierra was out going, fun and just amazing. Jenn is still one of my good friends, she absolutely is amazing. Not totally outgoing but not a total introvert.
Jenn and Mary had a common interest, Horses. The one thing I remember about our third grade recesses was the 'horse game'. Jenn and Mary were the horses, Sierra and I were the owners. Sierra was in charge of everyone. We used jump-ropes as leashes, and there was the perfect place for a stable. Like little 3rd grade girls do we made up stories and just played 'horses' But then it began to get out of hand. Other girls started to join and there were soon 15 or more horses for two owners. too much. So we said that nobody could play but the 4 of us. That didn't go over very well. Someone went and told and I remember having the teacher pull us away and tell us that if we couldn't let others play we couldn't play anymore. So we said 'o.k we won't play anymore' and for a few days we didn't. Then we became rebellious and we played again.
At the end of third grade both Mary and Sierra moved away. I'd see them occasionally, mostly for Sierra's birthday parties, and sometimes Sierra and I would get together. but gradually our relationship is gone. the last time I saw Sierra was in sixth grade at a ballroom competition.
As I continued through elementary school I don't recall having very many more really close friends. Sarah Beecher and I have been good friends for a long time. but until seventh grade I didn't have many more close friends. I was a very shy, quiet girl, as you probably have noticed that's changed.
In seventh grade I began to come out of my shell the tiniest bit. I began to talk to people and they talked back. As a result I gained a good friend, Katelyn Kelly. We've been friends for about 3 years. Anne Edgar and I have become good friends too, despite the fact that she can't remember that we were in classes together in 7th grade. there are many more.
In Eighth grade I was once more pushed out of my shell a little bit. I started to talk to people older than me. That was forced because of my being bumped up to French 3 and being in concert orchestra. I still wasn't comfortable talking to guys but I was talking to people more freely.
This year as a ninth grader I have really come out of my shell. I am no longer the shy girl who almost had to be coaxed to talk. I have actually been told to be quiet by some teachers (I know, surprising) I can talk with guys (the real sign that my shell is mostly gone) and I don't have any qualms about meeting new people. Trying to get to know them. O.k so maybe I do have some qualms, but not many.
So you can see, that even if you are painfully, absolutely shy, you can get over it. It will eventually leave. However, you do have to try a little bit. It requires the teeniest amount of effort, but you can get over it. I promise. (or maybe I don't, it may not work for you!)
"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
I'm still as shy as you used to be; I only talk if talked to, and even then I don't talk much, just a word or two. There are times (like in Seminary) that I'll talk, but otherwise I'm quiet.
ReplyDeleteMrs. Deppe actually asked me to speak up in class during our parent teacher conferences; she said that I was a good student, did everything I had to, but the problem was that I didn't talk at all. X) Kinda weird.