Day 2 of voice loss was very interesting. I posted a note on my door that said "I am on complete vocal rest, so please don't be offended if I don't speak to you. I need my singing voice back ASAP! Thanks." Strange, right? It worked pretty well for all intents and purposes (did I use that phrase correctly?), but it made for quite a few awkward silences. It is very difficult to speak as little as possible, especially when you're in a discussion class! I'm usually the instigator in group conversations, and I try to contribute to class discussions regularly. Needless to say, 3.5 hours of Shakespeare class was difficult (honestly though, when would a literature class that long NOT be difficult?). Throughout the day, I kept asking myself what God might have in mind for me to learn from this experience. I think there was a lot to learn actually. Things like, I don't have to have the last word, a class discussion can unfold just fine without my opinion, and my genius ideas are rarely as genius as I think because other people were thinking them too. I guess I also learned about humility then, didn't I?
The pressure to talk kept building as my friends and I headed to Bible study. If any of you have been in a Bible study with me, you know that I'm not the quiet type. I felt like I was saving up "talking points" all day so I could use them to say only really important things, but everything at Bible study feels important! I sat through the whole Bible study part having only said a few short things because I physically couldn't project my voice much at all. Afterwards, as everyone was chatting, I couldn't resist anymore and, with difficulty, managed to carry on a fantastic but low-volume conversation with our Bible study hostess. It's fascinating to see how God brings people into our needy lives sometimes just as encouragers. I have met two such people in the past 5 months, and this lady is one of them. The Lord provides.
Throughout yesterday and today, I have been doping up on vitamins and cough medicine and giving myself a mild form of the silent treatment. Today, I was scheduled to sing in my performance and analysis class, but since I am supposed to be studying singing, not screeching, I decided to sit this one out. My teacher was really cool about it, especially since I gave advance notice in an e-mail, being the responsible and paranoid student that I am. After classes today, I did a whole lot of reading, some sleeping, and had another 30 Rock-fest with Marta. The workload of my classes is starting to hit me. I'm trying to come up with a system of study so I know exactly what I have to get done and when, but the class setup over here is making that difficult. I'll figure it out.
By the way, I would just like to say that I had spaghetti for both lunch and dinner today. Once with pasta sauce and once with pesto. I would also like to say that the musicians playing music downstairs right now (midnight!) make some seriously annoying music. Currently, some guy is playing the same two notes back and forth on the bass guitar for minutes, and that's not ok. Earlier today they were (unintentionally) crashing our 30-rock party as their stale tunes wafted up to my room. It's all part of the experience! Even though it comes with its difficulties, I'm still enjoying my time over here. I'M IN LONDON!!!
Prayer Request(s) of the Day: That I get my voice back and get a handle on my school work.
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