Even though I refuse to get sick, (I just don’t get the point of it) I think I may be starting to slip in that direction. My voice is getting raspier and raspier and my nose is getting runnier and runnier–thank goodness for tissues.
So naturally, during class today, when we were reading from the novel we were instructed to read half-way through over the past week (I finished the entire thing) I was obviously one of three students picked to read aloud. Or rather, try to read aloud as nasal fluid decided to start flowing and my voice decided to become the voice of an eighty-six year old lifelong smoker. I got through it, but it certainly did not look good.
I wonder if I was deliberately chosen.