Right to Speak, Write to Speak
As a child I was thrilled to discover the etiquette of raising one’s hand to signify having something to say. In school it meant being able to announce to the class and teacher that, “Hey! I, Rachael Kerkhoff, have an idea to share!” Arm shooting straight into the air, waving dramatically, stretching to out-reach all the other hands. “Pick me!” squealed through half-audible whimpers, frantically wiggling hips failing to mask excitement. Raising my hand, and subsequently getting called on, meant that everyone else was supposed to stop talking so that I could speak.