Thursday, March 09, 2006

 

I have a test in phonetics on monday and part of this is an oral in which i will get a one of nine possible cards on which will be printed 6 phonetic symbols and i will have to produce the sounds those symbols represent. We have been allowed to see these cards beforehand to practice the sounds and i have decided that only one of the nine cards can i complete with very little hassle, which is fine as long as that is the card i get. So this weekend i shall be praying for that card and practicing pharyngeal sounds and retroflex thingys and uvular whatsits until my tongue is tied. Exciting isn't it? Of course it could be worse, last night i dreamed that the plan had been changed and i was the only person who didn't know. I sat in a room with my classmates and written on a whiteboard were 9 rows of symbols i had never seen before in my life and we had to produce them all. Everyone else sat looking at them calmly and i hadn't a clue what was going on (not much change there). i shall put the dream down to lack of food and water; o yes i am trying to revise whilst dealing with food poisoning. It's when i am ill that i suddenly hate living on my own. There is no one to look at me with tender concern, feel for my temperature, brush the hair from my sweaty brow, bring me a cup of tea and then quickly give me a bucket as the tea refuses to stay down. There is no one to distract me from feeling sorry for my self. I spoke to my mum on the phone this evening and afterwards i felt 100 times better. I think it is a mum skill, where do they learn that?

posted by Brianne 8:27 pm