Make the most of it

Once it's gone, it's gone for good. Hardly a day goes by when I don't wish I could turn on my treble voice again for a while, perhaps to sing something I used to love singing but can't even attempt now. It'll change in time, though. Don't you worry about it. The whole voice-change-by-year-8 thing is a relatively recent idea anyway - even in my not-that-long-past school days, boys who had broken voices much before year 10 were seen as being a bit odd and nobody really thought it strange that some voices still hadn't broken in the Lower Sixth (year 12). I know a mid-teen boy with a high voice, actually. He's a real blond boy-god, with very little arm hair at least and the beautiful clear, strong voice is just the icing on the cake. He seems a nice lad, although I haven't had the chance to get to know him especially well. I do know that he likes one of my favourite computer games, though - the ICT team put it on some of the school computers on the last day of term for a bit of fun and I had the rare pleasure of sitting next to him playing it for a while. I like to be able to put aside the staff/student divide from time to time. I'd seriously consider quitting the cancer-sticks, though. It's not exactly going to help your health situation, and it just makes you look stupid if you've got a fag hanging out of your mouth. Take care of yourself... Soft, warm huggles, CANTORIS Hope is my philosophy, Just needs days in which to be; Love of life means hope for me, Borne on the new day.