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An Achievement (on stage) | Essay for kids | Elijah Wee | Singapore

On the last day of 2013, here is my latest post of a short story I wrote "An achievement". I look forward to sharing more essays with you in 2014. Happy New Year, everyone!


         My mind was a blank.

         I shifted uncomfortably as I watched Jane, my friend on stage finish the last part of her speech. You see, I had stage fright. I was as sure as death and taxes that the audience watching my presentation would burst out laughing at me. The thought made me extremely nervous. I was on tenterhooks with each passing moment. Anxiety encompassed me. Would everyone laugh at me? What if my friends and teachers ridicule me? Like a child, I had butterflies churning in my abdomen.

         Moments later and it was my turn to step onto the dreaded wooden stage.

         It was now or never I psyched myself, forcing to remain calm as I walked onto the stage. I could feel the stares on me. My face seemed to turn grey with fearful apprehension. The students who were looking at me were grinning evilly. Giggles hung in the air like melting clouds that were waiting to rain on me. A voice from the far end of the audience sounded a jeer at me, as though he was telling me silently, “You dumb girl! I bet you are so scared that you would be rambling on!”

         “Get a grip, Michelle,” a little voice told me. I can do this with some motivation from my good buddies!

         Yes, I did have good friends. For instance, Nicole, who was one of the audience, cast a friendly expression in my direction. She was exceptionally small for her age and was kind by nature. Nicole had wide black eyes, raven dark hair and a lovely pale Madonna face. Everyone in my class adored her and wanted to be friends with her.

         Then there were others. Amanda, Vicky, Sean, Justin, Robert – they all cared for me too. Never once did they hurl insults at me.

         I took a deep breath and then sprang into action – articulating my speech.

         It was done with such confidence that even I astonished myself. I was not stuttering or stammering. At that juncture, I felt that I was unstoppable, a strong spirit that could not be broken. Not even a giggle could make me feel like a fearful rabbit.

         Soon, I finished. Taking a deep breath, I waited for the audience’s response.

         Hysterical applause and clapping resounded. I was surprised! Nevertheless, I thought nobody would even bother to look at me. This was indeed surprising!


         As I walked down the stage, I realized something – many individuals including myself allow fears to control their lives. What they do not realize is that they can learn to face their fears and overcome them. Then they can set themselves free. It is like thinking our fears are so great that you cannot do anything about them. But in fact, we can. This was indeed an achievement, to overcome my stage fright, one which I would remember for a long time to come.

See you all very soon,

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