It’s that time of year again when it seems everyone’s getting sick – including me. Just last week, I caught one of those little chest colds that started as a tiny cough and transitioned into such a painful throat that I couldn’t speak.
I didn’t feel too bad. It just hurt to speak. So I wrote that on the board and tried to make it through the day. I could barely manage a whisper.
Something really interesting began to happen. I’d been able to hoarsely give my directions for the day and then let the students work independently on their tasks. When a student asked a question, though, more often than not, that student would whisper to me.
It was as if my inability to speak somehow encouraged the students to speak very quietly too! I chuckled to myself as I listened to the students whisper their questions to me and speak in whispers to each other.
The classes went surprisingly smoothly and the students were able to accomplish quite a bit without my direct instruction. I’m not sure if it was because they were being sensitive to the fact that I wasn’t feeling 100% or if it was simply because we’ve been working together long enough that they don’t need me every step of the way.
Regardless, it was nice to be reminded that you don’t always have to raise your voice to be heard. Sometimes speaking quietly is the loudest way to be heard.