So how did you overcome these problems?

Did you confront? Did you ignore? Did you split the difference?

JUST ONE POSSIBLE SUGGESTION. IF YOU LIKE IT, TAILOR IT TO MAKE IT YOUR OWN STYLE OF COURSE – A LOT OF THIS SOUNDS TOO ACADEMIC & GOOD LUCK.

I remember sitting in class, working away at my assignments so I wouldn’t have any homework, while the other kids at my table giggled and call me names. “Hey zombie, you learned how to talk yet? Ha Ha! The alphabet begins with the letter ‘A,’ then comes ‘B.’ Ha Ha!” I wanted to throw my books in the air and scream: “What’s wrong with you morons? What is it to you if I’m introverted?” Of course, I didn’t throw my books. I didn’t scream. No; I sat there silent and stone-faced. A zombie.

One day, however, I reached the breaking point. To this day I cannot explain why I did what I did; there is nothing in my past that would suggest it as a possibility. One day after lunch Tyler Franklin started on me with the jokes. I knew where this was going; we all knew where this was going. But this time something inside me was different. As Tyler started pulling out his heaviest insults – the ones he saved for special situations where the poor recipient of his barbs managed to keep their cool past a normal breaking point – I flat out punched him in the nose. In the nose! And it bled, a lot.

Am I sorry? A little. I don’t like blood and I don’t like pain. I wouldn’t wish a bloody nose on anyone – not even sorry ole’ what’s-his-face. But what’s-his-face never insulted me again. And not just him – no one else, ever again. Now, I’m not so naïve as to think folks around here are afraid I’m female Mike Tyson. No, I think it’s something else – something to do with standing your ground. That day I did and, even though I’m still just a shy, quiet, “zombie,” I was given something more precious than cold hard cash – respect.

I wonder what Gandhi would think of this? But then, it really doesn’t really, does it? He was probably outgoing.

I ignored them and kept working, of course it hurt but i was too shy to say anything. I wish i could have enough courage to express myself like some of the other kids in my class and at my school as a whole. Being shy is a good thing for some people, and for some it’s not. I know some people who pretend to be shy, but are really outgoing and cool. I dont think im a loser because im shy, but making lots of friends means NOT BEING SHY… some people are attracted to shy people though.. like my friends; when i started out at school being shy i didnt talk to anybody, and these two girls ____ and _____ (you can put their names there) came up to me and just started talking. Even though i didnt talk that much they liked me and stuck with me. and up into today we still hangout and i am “myself” around them! Im not shy around them AT ALL! {and then make up a story about how you and ur “friends” have fun and how ur not shy.. } and then after that tell how ur not shy around your family.. and make up a story.. {those lil stories will make the paper long!!! : )} and after the family story ull finish to say i wish i could be more outgoing and spontaneous and NOT SHY!! and one day maybe you will be!!

hope that helps a bit!!!

I would not start out saying “My name is Mia”. It sounds more mysterious and intriguing if you start out with, plainly “I am a shy girl.”

No offense, but your story isn’t going anywhere and it’s a tad boring. I think you should start the story with a situation and some dialogue that tells that she is quiet and shy. And then, after the situation has passed and been resolved, throw in the description of Mia that you wrote. Overall, I think the grammar and sentence structure you have in that paragraph is very nice.

Put a comma after which of course. I buried myself in studying and learning the skills and trades I knew I would need to sustain my in my future life such as……

I then decided I would practice my shyness skills on my dolls as if they were real. I somehow had to overcome this evil of quietness that was trying to consume me. Now some think a quiet mind is a sign of a deep thinker but it is also sometimes the sign of someone wanting to get out and become more outgoing in search of the true wiles of life. Sometimes, being shy has cost me…. All in all I like myself as I am because I have learned….

properly heres the intro (given by way of my instructor) until eventually now I even reached the door i ought to take heed to the waiting room became crouded.Reluctantly I eased my way in ;looking anxiously for a seat yet each and all the sits the place taken. I had to stand against the chilly gray wall, looking around i ought to work out alsorts of diverse characters. a youthful baby refusing to take a seat nonetheless and working around, an previous guy seezing, human beings guffawing and joking, i tryed to ease my self yet i could no longer. How ought to i when I knew what became approximately to take place. go away it with a cliff hanger to maintain the reader questioning the story is quite bleak it doesnt state the place this individual is so be certain you hold it that way because it keeps the reader gripped to the story, this is besides the shown fact that properly discriped so shop utilizing words like crowded, anxiously

missina.. look at it this way while i am paying attention in class and doing my assigned work while the other kids are fooling around.. so i may be shy be whats wrong with that to me it means a person is aware of whats going on around them and they do not wish to be part of it… let the kids laugh and mess with u and then guess what someday when they are on the unemploymen t line and asking for a check just take a guess who just might be behind t he counter and saying Sorry I cannot help u…..t he last laugh is the best…

“just ignore them,” i kept telling myself. “they’re going to get in trouble sometime.”

The next day, a new student showed up. Her name was Nikki. For some reason, it seemed like she was sparkling. I didn’t know at that time that she was going to teach me that if you believe in your self, anything is possible.

Nikki ended up sitting next to me. She had silver hoop earrings, and a skull necklace. I was frightened. She introduced herself. She had a rough voice. Being the shy girl i am, all that came out of my mouth was, “nice shirt.”

Everyone was avoiding Nikki for the next few weeks. I was too. She was just walking around the playground, singing a song. She seemed confident and proud of herself. The complete opposite of me.

I hated the teacher when I found out i was going to be partners with Nikki for the science project. But this science project almost completely changed my life.

~continue on your own~

instead of asking tons of strangers on Yahoo! why dont you just sit down and think for yourself ??