The Sound of My Own Voice

The lack of blog entries recently has been due to the revision period i'm currently going through. It's not that i spend all my time working I just find it hard to justify spending an hour or so writing a blog when i could be writing down notes on speech development in infants, or something equally as interesting

I'll quickly talk about the things I have seen though, I saw Thor and i enjoyed it. I saw The green Hornet, and I didn't enjoy it. I think Seth Rogen is just a bit shit.

I'm always trying to make revision more interesting, this week I've started to record myself presenting the lectures. What i've learnt is firstly, i'm not much of an auditory learner, but secondly that i really enjoy listening to myself speak. That may seem narcissistic, i'll admit there definitely is an element of that but I think mainly it's down to curiosity. I'm listening to a sound that comes from me, a voice that everyone around me hears and associates with me everyday. It's so familiar but at the same time, completely alien.

I know it's me but it feels like listening to someone else and I imagine that the feelings that my voice invoke in me are the same feelings that are invoked in others when they hear me speak. And that a fairly eye-opening, or ear-opening concept. 

I have a soft, thoughtful voice, slightly raspy with a tendency to smack my lips whenever I try and annunciate. My 'ermm's' are more like 'ohhhm's' and I can tell when I'm smiling because the gaps between my words become longer. I'm well spoken, a nod to my secondary education, with a faint hint of Mancunian, a relic from my primary education and the fact that i'm from Manchester I suppose. 

Now that I've finally found my voice, back to the library where I'm encouraged not to use it. Revision awaits.