I wish I could sing. I wish I could sing more than I wish I could speak without stuttering. One would assume that, since I do not possess the gift of speaking, that at least I would be able to sing in a way that is attractive and nice to listen to.
But I cannot. I try to imitate the smoky, jazzy voices of the singers that I love the most but I mostly end up sounding like a dying bird. But I am okay with this since I am normally the only one in my car and I only sing at home when no one is around.
Today was the first day in my American Government class. Of course my heart is racing and my pulse is making my normally cold skin hot to the touch as I read the first line on the syllabus:
8/26/11 --- Intro/first lesson.
My heart starts at seeing "Intro". Now, this could mean an introduction to how the class works, what the grading scale is like, and if we have homework or not.
But it could also mean something else. It could mean going around the room to each student. It could mean standing up. It could mean saying my name.
The professor walks in. He is a tall, slender imigrant from the Czech Republic. He is very meek which puts me at ease. Surely he isn't going to make us talk when he is obviously not fond of it himself. He begins with his name and what the day was going to consist of. "First," he says "I am going to tell you a little bit about the class. Then I want to tell you about myself and where I come from. Afterwards, I would like to hear about you. So I want everyone to say their name and tell us one interesting thing about yourself." My reaction reminds me of a verse I once read in Job; "At this my heart trembles and leaps from its place." I don't think he was nervous though.
(will be continued....)
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