The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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Friday, July 17, 2009
Sign Language
No matter what class I was in this week, there were interpreters for the deaf. I must say that I was distracted from the main speaker by the beauty of the interpreters art.
Have you ever sat and watched their hands and arms move with speed and accuracy. Words form softly as if floating in air. Facial expressions to clarify the words spoken. Eye contact and care given from the interpreter directly to the eyes of the receiver. It is all a very lovely experience to be a part of.
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