克服困难的英文作文经历

My palms pressed against the cold classroom desk as the red digital clock flashed 2:58. Two minutes until my first English speech. The typed script blurred before me, ink *earing under sweaty fingerprints. Across the aisle, Li Hua whispered vocabulary cards with machine-gun speed, her confidence a physical force that tightened my throat.

The teacher called my name. My legs carried me forward like rusted automaton parts. Thirty-eight eyes tracked my every movement

That afternoon, I recorded myself on Mom's old MP3 player. The playback revealed a stranger

For three weeks, the empty music room became my stage during lunch breaks. I practiced anchoring my feet shoulder-width apart like Mrs. Donovan demonstrated, projecting toward the cracked mirror where sunlight pooled on the floor. When my throat grew raw, I'd switch to silent articulation exercises, mouthing tongue twisters until my jaw ached.

The midterm speech topic

Twenty-three hands shot up during Q&A. Chen Yu, who'd snickered loudest during my first attempt, asked where he could borrow the book. As I fielded questions, I noticed Mrs. Donovan's nod

Confidence, I realized that day, isn't the absence of fear but the willingness to speak through trembling. Those empty lunchtime rehearsals taught me more than elocution - they revealed how vulnerability transformed into strength when met with deliberate practice. Now when nerves surface during debates or presentations, I recall the music room mirror reflecting my gradual metamorphosis, and breathe life into words that once lodged in my throat.