Ye of little voice

The past three days, I have been living as a mute. This is not a decision, like a monk vow or anything like that, but more of a forced obligation. My voice has up and vanished. I woke up on Thursday morning with no voice whatsoever. None. Nada. And for me, someone who could win the gold if talking were a sport, this is torture. I feel as though my vocal chords have been chained to the rack by the Spanish Inquisition and they're laughing at me as I try to scream but nothing comes out.

My students and swimmers have been getting a great laugh out of this as Ms. W attempts to teach Social Studies via sign language. It's a great test of your non-verbal communication and classroom management skills, though. I thought I had management issues with some of the kids, but it's like playing Charades in front of a group of 25 over-attentive 8th graders, hoping they get the answer right for a free piece of taffy. (Yes, I have bribed them to stay quiet, but I didn't know what else to do). And my swimmers... oh, thank God for the white board posted in the pool area! They are not nearly as quiet as my students when it comes to my little guessing game, so everything I want to say must be written down in Expo marker. Maybe I should see the doctor about this, but what is she going to do for me? Curse Ursula for stealing my voice and parading in front of Prince Eric with my beautiful voice trapped in a shell around her neck? No, she'll tell me to drink lots of water and stop talking. I'll just let this thing run its course; if it doesn't, I'll just shave my head into a bowl cut and become a monk.

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