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The Courage of Children: Boston and Beyond XXXI

Award-winning essays on courage written by sixth-eight grade students participating in The Max Warburg Courage Curriculum.

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Jenseen Johnson<br />

Erin Hannon-Foley, Teacher<br />

Roosevelt K-8 School, Hyde Park, MA<br />

Have you ever felt so nervous about something that you wanted to “skip” that<br />

part? That’s how I felt when I had to sing in front <strong>of</strong> a lot <strong>of</strong> people.<br />

We were assigned a project for Sunday School. <strong>The</strong>re were special<br />

performances going on because it was the Sunday School Anniversary. I was<br />

ten at the time. You could choose whatever talent you wanted to do. Everyone<br />

had to do something. At first, I felt pretty excited about it. I chose to sing a<br />

song because I thought it’d be easier for me. I love singing. It’s something<br />

I’ve been doing for a long time.<br />

I told my parents, chose my song, <strong>and</strong> practiced a lot in front <strong>of</strong> them.<br />

I decided to play piano with the song too. I ended up becoming pretty<br />

confident after all the practicing. I kept thinking about the number <strong>of</strong> people<br />

coming that day. I started getting anxious because I had never sung or said<br />

something out loud in public before. “Will they think it’s good? Am I as good<br />

as the others? What if I mess up?”<br />

<strong>The</strong> program was about a week away so I thought I had enough time to stop<br />

worrying about it. <strong>The</strong> worry, the anxiousness, <strong>and</strong> the fright never stopped,<br />

so it wasn’t enough time. It was a never ending flood <strong>of</strong> all these emotions<br />

after the realization that many people would be watching <strong>and</strong> listening.<br />

I couldn’t go back <strong>and</strong> change what I was doing because the director was<br />

already notified about it. I couldn’t move forward either because I was frozen<br />

with all these overwhelming feelings inside me, holding me back.<br />

Finally, the day came. Backstage I started to feel more <strong>and</strong> more nervous when<br />

I saw more people walk in. Each time I saw a new person, I prayed there’d be<br />

no more. <strong>The</strong> amount <strong>of</strong> people grew <strong>and</strong> grew, <strong>and</strong> so did the amount <strong>of</strong> my<br />

nervousness. I wasn’t thinking about the song, or me. I was too busy thinking<br />

about what others were going to think about me.<br />

“Jenseen will now be performing a song for us!” exclaimed the Sunday School<br />

director. I came up, <strong>and</strong> sat at the piano. I slowly <strong>and</strong> steadily played the<br />

piano intro <strong>and</strong> started singing. <strong>The</strong> first song lyrics came out in a nervous,<br />

shaky voice, <strong>and</strong> it sounded like I was about to cry. I don’t think anyone could<br />

underst<strong>and</strong> the lyrics, that’s how shaky my voice was. <strong>The</strong> lights shining down<br />

on me were so bright that they made my eyes water. I quickly looked down at<br />

the piano, at the shiny, glistening keys, so no one would see.<br />

“I showed courage<br />

by setting other<br />

people aside, <strong>and</strong><br />

not making their<br />

thoughts my focus.”<br />

I was still thinking about what everyone else was thinking <strong>of</strong> me. I made<br />

the decision that whatever happens, happens, <strong>and</strong> other people’s opinions<br />

shouldn’t matter to me if they don’t make me content. I remember thinking,<br />

“God, help me out here.” I just wanted to get this over with, <strong>and</strong> wished that<br />

time would go by faster, <strong>and</strong> that I’d be done with the whole song by now.<br />

Everything was going by so slowly. All I wanted to do was get out <strong>of</strong> there.<br />

I was pretty embarrassed <strong>and</strong> mad at myself that I messed up. I blinked fast a<br />

couple <strong>of</strong> times to dry my eyes, looked back up, took a deep breath, <strong>and</strong> tried<br />

again. It felt like an eternity from the time I messed up to when I started over,<br />

but it all happened in a matter <strong>of</strong> seconds. This time, it came out better. I sang<br />

the whole song with a clear voice, while starting over with a new mindset. It<br />

was difficult to tone down my self-consciousness, but I did it. I was confident<br />

<strong>and</strong> pleased with what I sang, <strong>and</strong> that’s all that mattered.<br />

I showed courage by setting other people aside, <strong>and</strong> not making their<br />

thoughts my focus. I sang the song not worrying about what others may have<br />

to say about it even though I was scared. I learned to not focus on what others<br />

think about me while I’m doing what I’m supposed to. I stopped looking at<br />

myself from other people’s point <strong>of</strong> view <strong>and</strong> decided to actually look at myself<br />

from my perspective. If other people’s thoughts are what you’re focused on,<br />

that will affect you, <strong>and</strong> how well you do on your own job. Being self-conscious<br />

may seem like a small matter, but it takes a lot <strong>of</strong> strength to overcome.<br />

<strong>Courage</strong> is knowing that other people’s thoughts don’t have to be your main<br />

focus because your job <strong>and</strong> your *positive* thoughts are your main focus, even<br />

though there may be distractions all around that try to put you down.<br />

<strong>The</strong> <strong>Courage</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Children</strong>: <strong>Boston</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Beyond</strong><br />

Volume <strong>XXXI</strong><br />

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