Bruce Whealton's Blog
I found the above photograph, a high school yearbook photograph – Celta Camille Head through
Ancestry.com. I had not known her in high school. In fact, she is 8 years older than me.
In this photograph of her, she is 16. She’s thirty-one now when I meet her for the first time.
After I graduated from Georgia Tech, I was feeling good about my career prospects, and I had a new
direction in life. I had a clear path in front of me. I finally knew what I wanted and how to get where I
was going … or so it seemed upon graduation from Georgia Tech in December of 1989.
The problem was that I chose to move in with my parents after graduation. This would be a decision that
haunted me for the rest of my life!
Author : Bruce Whealton
Part of : Memories of bruce Whealton
Pages : 180
Language : English
Publish date : 31 October, 2021
This section then moves to stories about what it was like for me growing up and into college where I
battled shyness, social anxiety, and social phobia. A phobia is often characterized by avoidance of the
thing that you fear. So, this might be the best way to characterize my experiences.
By avoiding what you fear, you never feel the symptoms of anxiety. So, I didn’t have sweaty palms,
racing heart, and other symptoms as I contemplated trying to meet someone or ask someone out on a date.
In this section, I do discuss two females that I dated in college and had all of one date with each person.
Section Two will move on to discussing my first love.
Table of Contents :
Growing up, I always knew that I was going to go off to college one day. I surely knew this as far back as Elementary school. My parents encouraged me, beginning in 6th or 7th grade to join the band so that I would have extra-curricular activities which would help me get into a good college. I think that being in the band was seen as an extra-curricular activity that even a shy person like me could
do. I’m not sure what the thinking was on that. I had been retreating into the proverbial shell that characterizes the life of a shy person. I was becoming something of a ghost or invisible. I wasn’t very assertive.
