I am a girl who afraid to talk in front of many people. I can’t even look into their eyes. It will freak me out and I will forget all the things I need to talk. I can’t even talk in front of one people. I will feel shy and stupid. The worst is I can’t even speak in front of my friends. That’s really embarrassing. If I have presentation in class, I will get nervous and start to talk like an idiot. Even waiting for my turn has made me feel dizzy and there’s a butterfly in my stomach. I will think that I’m going to fool myself in front of everyone. When it is my turn to talk, I will look down and started to read my notes. I felt like crying. That is why I will lose my confidence. I am afraid of looking stupid and what other people will think about me. But all this is before I learned Public Speaking with Miss Nisya. Now, I am getting better in speaking in front of many people. I have gained confidence in myself and I do feel quite comfortable in giving a speech. I can look into my audiences’ eyes and I don’t feel too nervous anymore. Even though there is still nervousness in myself, but once I went in front I realize I can talk clearly. I can talk once I get my point and can elaborate it without looking at my notes. Not like before where I talked with myself not to everyone. I do feel proud of myself. I am really thankful to Miss Nisya, lecturer of Public Speaking which had thought me much and helped me gain my confidence back. Thank you Miss for teaching me and my friends.
This poem originally was published in Friendship Poems
Dance Upon The Wind.
| I wasn't looking for it, but some how it came, and found me. Before I had a chance to react, it wrapped it's warmth around me. Like a thief in the night, it has come and gone. I have nothing, but that vision to reflect upon. Until chance comes again, I'll let my thoughts dance upon the wind. All day long, in my mind, I walk love's lonely street. Like a tired man that longs to sit, but just can't find a seat. Then, there it was again, up ahead, to light my way. Only to vanish once more, just like all my yesterdays. Until chance comes again, I'll let my thoughts dance upon the wind. I don't know where I'm going, and where I've been isn't much to speak of. I just know my heart is always showing, leading me to some far off love. Just when I give up the fight. Here it comes to make the bad things good, and the wrong things right. Only to leave me lost and lonely again. Drifting away as my thoughts dance upon the wind. It has a name, I think they call it friend. |
