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	<title>Comments on: Reading Aloud.</title>
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		<title>By: Alex Lam</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alex Lam</dc:creator>
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		<description>I once had a professor who wasn&#039;t an actor but had this incredible talent for making everything she read aloud, her own.  Excerpts from articles and memoirs of those who lived vastly different lives than she had were presented in a way that felt like casual recollections of her past.  It was an amazing talent that I still can&#039;t quite figure out.

Reading my own work aloud has been uncomfortable for me in the past but what I found to be even stranger was when &lt;i&gt;others&lt;/i&gt; read my work aloud.  Having taken multiple screenwriting classes in my time, listening to your peers do cold reads of pieces you had just typed out in the hallway an hour before class was one of those common nerve-wracking experiences.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I once had a professor who wasn&#8217;t an actor but had this incredible talent for making everything she read aloud, her own.  Excerpts from articles and memoirs of those who lived vastly different lives than she had were presented in a way that felt like casual recollections of her past.  It was an amazing talent that I still can&#8217;t quite figure out.</p>
<p>Reading my own work aloud has been uncomfortable for me in the past but what I found to be even stranger was when <i>others</i> read my work aloud.  Having taken multiple screenwriting classes in my time, listening to your peers do cold reads of pieces you had just typed out in the hallway an hour before class was one of those common nerve-wracking experiences.</p>
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