May 18, 2009

I love writing in my journal, because I can look back throughout the years and remember what situations were happening and how I've grown or changed in my thought processes.
I stumbled upon this entry:

"okay dreams:
I was using the Fresh Prince's toilet and I was trying to flush it so I kept flushing it BUT things kept coming out like-- a nalgene (i kept it), a plastic sheet."

Yep, these are the sorts of things I am glad I can look back on.

can you speak up, please?

So, I have lost my voice. It's really raspy and when I try to say a sentence, my voice cracks, kind of like a boy going through puberty. One of my roommates told me I sounded 'pathetic'. This is a true statement, I do.
It has definitely been an interesting 2 days teaching without a voice.

My Geometry students handled my lack of voice well today. Some students asked me if I would sign to them. So I did. I taught them the motions for boy, lamp, awesome, and my favorite, diarrhea (they really liked that one).