One of the most disconcerting aspects of teaching children for me is the volume they can reach if unchecked. I teach art and naturally that is a cause for excitement in children. Some feel it's a chance to let their hair down but for me it has this sort of effect:
And I do love kids. Their energy is wonderful and many have a sweet and creative nature. I'm just one of those people who loves quiet. I like to speak quietly and play my music quietly. I get stirred up when sound bombards.
I was at clinic recently when this bombardment occurred. Three flat screen televisions all on different channels, in close proximity to one another made me feel as though I was losing my mind. You'd think at a doctor's office there would be some awareness to the fact that when people aren't feeling well they might not like sound coming from every angle. These unwell people might find it grating on their nerves. They might even want to run out of the clinic because all the loudness is making them feel even less well than when they walked in but no, that isn't the case.
I crave quiet. I view noise as one more type of pollution that attempts to invade my body and impact its state of health and wellness.
Sometimes, even though I'm at home the noise level is still too high. I can't control my parrot or other animals when they want to make a ruckus. At these times, I head off to our public library because there is a room so quiet you can actually hear yourself swallow, breathe and think. Hooray for quiet!