I've fried my voice. With 19 classes of 65-80 excited students each, I'm often left projecting a little louder than humanly healthy. And so finally, I have joined the line-up of local teachers with raspy, hoarse, dysfunctional voices. Hopefully, I'll not end up in the line who have taken it to an unrecoverable extreme and have needed surgery.
Fortunately, I traded classes with another teacher and taught his classes last weekend, so he's teaching mine today, which leaves me with a day at home. I made a bet with Austin that I could keep from talking all day long, so my day of silence began 1 hour and 37 minutes ago.
Ah... blessed silence. Maybe sometimes I even need a break from my own voice.
Fortunately, I traded classes with another teacher and taught his classes last weekend, so he's teaching mine today, which leaves me with a day at home. I made a bet with Austin that I could keep from talking all day long, so my day of silence began 1 hour and 37 minutes ago.
Ah... blessed silence. Maybe sometimes I even need a break from my own voice.