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    Why hearing your own voice is like looking at a selfie

    If you don't like the sound of your own voice on a recording, that's because it's not the voice you hear when you speak. This article invites you to think of it as an audio-selfie : you can spend as long as you like wondering who is in a photo you've just taken of yourself which doesn't look right, it's definitely you. Time to take a listen in the mirror for a closer look at your voice.

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    Words tripping off the tongue

    Panicky about speaking in public or for an exam? If not, you probably know somebody who is. If you teach, ask people you have in class why public speaking, or simply oral expression, is so difficult for them. I did. They didn't mention fluency or accuracy. They said : "I don't like my voice." They said : "I am afraid of speaking in public." How can we use comments like these to create new teaching options? Let's help learners find a new connection with oral expression.

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    Foreign is such a strange word

    I've lived as a foreigner and taught my mother tongue as a foreign language most of my life. In fact, foreign started early for me. I discovered the word foreign when I was 5 or 6 years old and immediately found it odd. I remember this encounter distinctly : the lead pencils we learnt to write with at primary school all had the word foreign written on their dark green barrels near the top in gold letters. Want to know more? Read this tale of innocence.

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    Look and say

    I learnt to read at school. At first, that meant reading out loud while somebody listened. It was a public experience. This oralizing from words on a page felt strange but exciting, as if something was passing through me from the page to the sounds I uttered. It was like being part of something new. Although the ultimate goal would be to read silently, Mr Harding, a primary school teacher, reminded us that we could still sometimes break that rule.

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    So what is the Subjective Classroom?

    Once it is up and running, the subjective classroom is a busy place in which everybody is invited to contribute actively. The focus is on developing skills applied to meaningful content. Individual contributions are essential to the construction of what goes on, and people participate once they understand their voice matters. This is by no means simple for people more familiar with a more directive, objective classroom, but helping them change their perspective, even partially, is a mutually enriching process.

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    Benjamin Zephaniah, outspoken word artist

    Benjamin Zepahaniah, British Carribean dub poet, actor, recipient of no fewer than 16 honorary doctorates, professor of poetry and creative writing, left us yesterday. Already gone, but his work lives on. He encouraged people to read and he made people listen. Here's one of his poems, Talking Turkeys, ready for use in the Subjective Classroom. Bon appétit!

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    Saying it in your own words

    To use or not to use ChatGBT : that is the question for a connected world to answer. Here is a report from the Subjective Classroom which looks at precisely this, but in a way that turns the tables on the usual interaction with the AI robot. This report gives you Marvin Gaye, Roman Jakobson and ChatGBT all in the same text. Huh? Yes, that is what you read, and there are more surprises waiting for you. Welcome to intralingual translation in the age of artificial intelligence with "I Heard It Through The Grapevine" as the original soundtrack.

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    Slow down, teacher, enjoy the journey

    As a beginning teacher, I regularly had uncomfortable moments in class when I suddenly realised that everyone was listening to me. I could command people's attention in such moments, but was slightly overwhelmed by being the focus. I didn't exactly panic. However, I did feel myself reel a little as a rush of energy caused a slight dizziness to the head, coupled with a sense of a sudden stuffiness in the room. It was like being caught in a traffic jam of my own making. The flow was gone. All I could do was pull over to the side of the road for a moment and let the flow pick…