WHAT?

Even before the day started, a pit sat at the bottom of my stomach. Going through an entire school day without talking one bit seemed to be a nearly impossible task. Walking through the doors, I bit my tongue. No "hello", just wave. I waved a lot. And laughed. Whiteboard in tow, I walked silently to each of my classes, yet I did little other than carry the tool. Figuring out a way to describe my thoughts accurately through pictures was much harder than making hyperbolic expressions. However, more often than not, I did not attempt to communicate at all, I let the frustration win. Understanding my peers was a trip too. At one point during fourth hour, Laura drew a bunny opposite a heart with an equal sign in between. Bunnies equal love? I like bunnies? Did I miss something? Had Mr. Dumar made some sort of a comment about those adorable rodents? I really just couldn't figure it out. So I joined suit and drew cats all over mine. All the time. Lunch was strange. I drew more pictures. A submarine. A unicorn. You know, the normal things. By the time 7th hour came, I was so thankful. My tongue felt weird. It needed to move. I felt trapped, weighted. When I could finally talk, I didn't erupt with commentary as I had expected, but I could feel a definite new freedom. While the concept of "the medium is the message" had once been vague and confusing, the experiences of the day made it ring loud and clear.