MOUTH TO HAND LEARNING CENTER

12/4/2025 2 Comments

My Transformation

I am becoming a gentleman. If I act like a slob, Judy kicks my ass. It all started with her fart ban. No farts allowed in class. Then gas was forbidden in oral form too.
Holy Toledo, she is strict!

Now she is working on goober-hawking. That is one of my signature moves. No one hawks up goobers like me.

So if I can’t hawk up goobers or belch or fart…who am I?

I am having an identity crisis.

I guess I am going to have to reinvent myself. Gentleman Matt will hold the door open for ladies and say, “Yes, indeed, I would like a cup of tea” and “These crumpets are delectable.” I will spell with a British accent. And yes, that is zed, not zee.

As I typed this, I felt the need to pass gas (or should I say wind?) But Judy’s judgemental evil eye is on me, so I am holding it in. I have hawked up the occasional goober, but I am a work in progress.

It is hard work, this metamorphosis, but I shall overcome.

P.s. I just learned that I can no longer enjoy the smell of my feet. This whole gentleman thing is really, really hard.

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10/2/2025 4 Comments

An Uphill Trend

I am abnormal. I am personally different even among nonspeakers. Few of us are as certain that reality is changing for us. It feels certain that we are more and more in a time of transition. I am of the opinion that people are starting to believe in our intelligence. My attitude about my prospects improves as that belief grows. Already my family believes in me: belief spreads belief.

Growing up, no one believed in me. Now they do. If every nonspeaker converts 10 speakers into believers, there’d be a critical mass in no time. I am feeling positive, seeing people change their minds.

Almost everyone who has seen me type is in the Matt Bahani fan club.

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8/28/2025 0 Comments

Me Talking

We finished our first story in our creative writing class. Talking is not just about conversation. Talking is not just about requesting things or answering questions. Talking is also about creative expression.

All my life, before Mouth to Hand, was spent inside my own mind. There was no poetry or stories or music there. All there was was loneliness…and anger, more often than not. But now there are ideas and thoughts and the desire to learn.

In our story we wrote of a western town which harbored an outlaw. Writing it was the most fun thing I’ve ever done. A year ago I could not have imagined such a thing. But look where talking has gotten me!

(TO READ THE STORY, CLICK HERE!)

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6/19/2025 5 Comments

Today

Today, seeing Judy, I am certainly the most happy person on earth. I am beyond grateful to my Mom, who never gave up on me. Two years ago I couldn’t talk; now I am going to start in a creative writing group in two weeks. Judy and Laurie saved me. They believed in me when no one else did. That’s the thing I keep thinking about: you need to have people who believe in you to succeed.

No one ever believed in me before.

But now, here I sit, writing this. Who ever said miracles can’t happen?