Sunday, July 18, 2010

Chautauqua: notes from Paradise

My room mate is a librarian. She has a librarian's voice, soft and gentle, and I am constantly having to ask her to repeat herself because I didn't hear her the first time. I am a figure skating coach. I have a figure skating coach's voice. I am capable of yelling, "If you don't pick your head up I'm making you skate laps for the rest of the hour!"--and from across the rink, over the sounds of 8 other coaches, the soundtrack of The Matrix that is playing on the overhead sound system, and the hockey game in the next rink over, my student can hear every word. My room mate has never asked me to repeat myself.

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