Licence to (be) Ill
I remember that whenever my teachers would ask me to behave especially well, I’d just take it as a sign of weakness and misbehave all the more.
My voice has been shot all week, but instead of asking for sympathy, I just started classes speaking in a quiet barking growl. Not unlike Bob Dylan’s live performances.
All of the students thought that I was mad at them. When they figured out that I’d been sick, they felt bad for me and behaved very well.
This was great because in addition to having no voice, I was exhausted every day this week.
