What is the appropriate adjective a young lady should use to describe her life when she feels the "word of the day" people at dictionary.com have started choosing words specifically for her?
I could write this entry about elementary literacy, which I am knee-deep in at the moment. I could mention how I am getting a degree in teaching the alphabet. But you know what? I have had it up to *here* with the god damned primary literacy standards. So instead, I will write about...
Colored-letter Synaesthesia!
"What the hell is that," you ask? Allow me to explain. Synaesthesia translates, literally, into "blended senses." One who has synaesthesia experiences certain sensations from specific triggers that do not normally occur: some people see colors with music (a la "Fantasia"), other people see shapes with certain tastes, etc. The most common type, however, is the one I happen to have.
Every letter has a color. It is always the same color. A is red, B is orange, C is bright blue, D is green, etc. They never change. I think this is why I am a good speller, and why I can easily spot spelling errors. Certain color combinations just look right.
Weird, eh? Makes for a cool party trick. People have me spell their names in colors and whatnot.
Certainly more interesting than teaching the effing alphabet, anyway.
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My name is Julie.
This blog has rules. I don't write every day, but there is a word every day, and on days I choose to write I write an entry somehow relevant to the word of the day. Sometimes I don't like the word, and rather than force myself to think of something clever to say about it, I turn my nose up at it and wait for the next word. So to sum up, there is a word every day, but I don't write every day, because to write about something other than the word of the day (no matter how insipid the word) would be to break the rules, and this blog has rules.
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2 comments:
Sometimes when I am in front of my classroom, I find myself seeing the discipline and focus level of the students as transparent overlay of themselves that is blurry in proportion to their focus level.
I blink and squint a lot during my last hour class.
My ex was a synaesthetic too.
I'm jealous. It would have helped me in art. I got dysgraphia instead.
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