When I was in the 1oth grade (or was it 11th?) I enrolled in the required literature class. It must have been American Literature because the Grapes of Wrath, A Raisin in the Sun, Death of a Salesman and other similar books come to mind.
The teacher was a character. Like many of my high school teachers, he had a higher degree of some sort, but unlike the other teachers - he was a little disengaged. He worked in real estate on the side ...as well as during our class period. He actually looked bothered sometimes when we would go up and interrupt his work.
At the beginning of class everyone was always noisy and he would in an extremely nerdy way (not a technical or engineering type of nerdy, but more of a well dressed nerdy that didn't realize that the attire didn't fit his naturally nerdy looks) stand up in front of the class and announce - "Now that we have had a chance to verbally discourse" or "Now that we've had a chance to extensively chit chat about ..." My favorite was the "Now that we have had a chance to verbal hemorrhage." It sounded so funny, awful and almost irreverent at the same time. However, it did work. He rarely had issues with us in that class. I think we were slightly in awe of his weirdness and were kind of anxious to hear what kind of clever word combination might come out of his mouth.
Either way, this evening I participated in a panel on literacy at a women's night at our church. I think that I had some kind of mixture of verbal hemorrhage and mind blank. Seriously, I should not be allowed to talk after a week of long meetings. There is no verbal ability left at that point and I just feel like I ramble and slowly just let my voice die out while everyone is sitting there waiting for something profound to come out. I guess it doesn't help that I have seen, but not spoken with, over half the people there. For some reason that makes a huge difference for me when it is a small group. It's actually more comfortable speaking in front of a really large group where you are not quite aware of what everyone is doing.
Ah well, growing experiences. I think I'll just not talk all day tomorrow and write, write, write.
It's time for me to end this, isn't it? Blah, blah, blah.
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