I am generally very fond of water. After all, my family, friends, and I are all comprised mostly of this lovely life-giving fluid. There is one circumstance when water and I are not happy to see each other: if said water manifests itself in the rectangular surface known as a "swimming pool". The last time I went swimming, I was about two feet tall -- the deep end became the equivalent of the Atlantic Ocean.
Today, I went swimming again for the first time in seven years. Despite being an eager 6-year-old swimmer at one point in my life, the only familiar thing about reentering the water was the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I flailed about in panic. Through the course of the hour-long lesson, the water began to feel less like something bent on my liquidy destruction, thanks to my understanding instructor. I even went into the deep end of the pool with minimal panic.
Watery waves and sound waves are on my agenda for this week, since I'm working on the final bits of production for a radio documentary on marriage rights, a project made even more exciting by the recent Supreme Court decision. I've been working on this documentary with a group of students since 2013, picking interviewees in the community to talk about their experiences with marriage, writing scripts, and other productive radio things.Our documentary focuses on the historical and social parallels between interracial and same-sex marriage rights.
It's hard to believe we're in the home stretch. I feel like I was chatting with interviewees just yesterday, hearing about their families, childhoods and marriages. Now that I hear their voices again in the immense multitrack layout, I can't help but smile. Aligning all the sound bytes so that they mesh together in harmonious succession is infinitely rewarding. It's like dragging virtual puzzle pieces into place to create a beautiful finished product -- the product of two years of hard work!
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