The power of a whisper

When I first started this sub teaching job, I was still working at the local amusement park as a zombie. I came in to my first week with no voice, literally no voice. I could only whisper. I started noticing the effect that it had on my son.

Occasionally, and I’m not proud to admit it, I’m a yeller (ok, it’s probably more like frequently). My son had learned how to tune me out and I thought that the way to get him to listen to me was to get louder. When I started loosing my voice because of the Halloween festivities, I had to whisper for fear of doing permanent damage to my vocal chords. My son started listening better. Odd, it was completely counter intuitive.


I haven’t written in a while

I haven’t written in a while and it is safe to say I’m well over due. I have, yet, another new job. I have hinted around that I work as a substitute teacher.  I picked up a long term position teaching math to 4th and 5th graders. I am not a math teacher, so I have to plan doubly hard to get ready.

So if you were wondering, no, I’m not dead and no I haven’t given up on my blog. I’ve just been busy. 🙂