I wasn't painfully shy, but I did keep to myself. That was just my personality and so the thought of having to present to my class about my family memories was less than ideal to me. I got up, the paper shaking in my hands, as I made my way to the front of the classroom. I looked up and saw all eyes on me; they were particularly interested in what I had to say since I never really spoke up much. I started in about how wonderful my mom was, and how my dad had died. It was just easier that way though I felt overcome with guilt as I said it out loud. I peered up from my paper as I saw the looks of curiosity turn to sympathy. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.