The pronunciation class

Today I had a privilege to visit my former teacher and his present class. In normal case I am so busy that I don’t have time for any activities, but today I got a window and didn’t hesitate for a minute.
I was surprise how quick I forgot everything that I learned, and I was more surprised that I needed just two hours to revive my memories. I try to do my best but I progress exceedingly slow. My teacher tries to encourage and says that I have improved in my pronunciation. I need to find my own still, something in between British English and American English. When I listen myself on a tape recorder it hearts stomach, that is how unnatural my voice sounds. Sometimes I can’t even recognize myself; I think I have too high pitch in my voice and luck of softness. . I always envied those women who have a soft, thrilling, mysterious, and unforgettable voice; apparently I don’t have this trait.

My class