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I'm around a lot of studying. When I walk through the lobby of the Psychology building at Texas, I often see a few students on benches reading over their notes. A trip to the library requires navigating a sea of students at tables and carrels deep in study. Then, when I go home, I have three teens who are usually engaged in some kind of studying. Read More









I write and teach writing to adults
I often read my work out loud and encourage my students to do the same. Reading (saying) the words out loud works a different set of muscles and neurons. The writer can spot glitches in rhythm and syntax that aren't apparent when the text is read silently. Thanks for this post.
XX if you are talking to
XX if you are talking to yourself, that would look more than a little odd. Even at home, you may begin to think you have lost your marbles if you start muttering to yourself while studying.XX
I was once in a "studying Synogogue" for a visit.
For the others of my group, it sounded like a riot.
But ask ANY of those studying, to repeat what they had learned, and they were faultless.
A form of "hypnotism" perhaps, whereby you only hear yourself?
Talk outloud
Even the good book encourages reading with your voice.
Undertone = A tone of low pitch or volume, especially of spoken sound.
(Psalm 1:2) . . . And in his law he reads in an undertone day and night. . .
What if you just read out
What if you just read out loud all the time?
"Learning by rote"
Through the dead hours of the morning, through the long afternoons, we chanted away at our tables. Passers-by could hear our rising voices in our bottled-up room on the bank; 'Twelve-inches-one-foot. Three-feet-make-a-yard. Four- teen- pounds- make- a-stone. Eight -stone-a-hundred -weight. , We absorbed these figures as primal truths declared by some ultimate power. Unhearing, unquestioning, we rocked to our chanting, hammering the gold nails home. 'Twice-two-are-four. One-God-is-Love. One-Lord-is-King. One-King-is-George. One-George-is-Fifth...' So it was always; had been, would be forever; we asked no questions; we didn't hear what we said; yet neither did we ever forget it. (Laurie Lee, Cider With Rosie)
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