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the voice and its disorders

 

Monday, March 13, 2006

 
Hurrah!! the phonetics test is over and i am celebrating with a glass of red wine. My transcription was awful and my tongue is tied. For an idea of the sounds i was having to make in my oral go to this website and click on the underlined words IPA

The oral section was very short but quite embarrassing to sit in front of 2 lecturers and attempt to make noises like you are trying to clear your throat whilst growling like a dog. I was feeling quite wound up afterwards so i went shopping. I couldn't find a nice pair of shoes so i settled for a top (a valid buy for a hen night i'm going to), a new wallet, a DVD and a bottle of wine so i can shut myself in my room for an evening, avoid human contact and not have to make a single sound whether it be disordered or not.

Have i mentioned i gave up coffee and coke for lent? On shrove tuesday instead of having pancakes i made a large pot of coffee made just the way i liked and savoured it. i wept and hugged my cafetiere and promised it would not really be long until we would be together again and then put it away in the cupboard with Mr Newtie. The next day i completely crashed. By lunctime i was stretched out on a sofa in a cafe with a coat over my head whilst my friends sat round me, chatting and ignoring me (no change there; but i do find its a good sign when friendship gets to the point where people can just ignore me and not blink an eyelid at my behaviour). I am feeling much better for it now...really...i am. I have returned to my first love - tea (this was before esther corrupted me with her cafetiere at uni).





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