Voice

I visited my high school in the morning today. I ran into my senior year English teacher.

She squinted her eyes, leaned her head toward me.

I laughed and we exchanged a few words. She said I looked familiar but when she heard my voice, she knew she had me in class before.

I was confused, until another teacher pointed out my voice is low. Should I be offended? Hahaha. I thought it was interesting that she could peg me by my voice. Some parts of me I take for granted, when really it’s the only memory someone might have of me seven years down the line.

Interesting.

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