Monday, October 13, 2008

And Monday Rolls Around... (Part 1)

I really think all weekends should last three days. Especially when one is sick. Owing to my constant hacking and coughing last night (yep, I'm really attractive when I'm sick), my voice is now mutilated. At times I have a huskiness remniscent of old Hollywood, other times a squeeky whisper, other times a raspy croak. Occasionally a hint of my former voice comes through, but then I usually have to cough again, and my old voice flees the scene. The changing voice amused my first batch of kindergartners, but other than that, it's been downright annoying.

I had a little excitement during my storytime with the first class. Sweet little Cali got so interested in the story (that great classic Norma Jean, Jumping Bean) that she accidentally spilled my coffee all over my arm. Luckily it had been in the cup for a few minutes, so while it did hurt a bit, it didn't scald the way it could have. Poor Cali was horrified - her little eyes teared up and she repeated said, "Sorry, sorry, sorry, Step-anie! Me very sorry!" I reassured her that it wasn't hot at all (yes, I lied to a child), and that I was just fine.

Well, time to go brave the afternoon classes. Hopefully I have enough voice to get through the day.

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"