I had transferred to James Madison University after receiving my Associates Degree from Ricks College. Even though I had my Associates it was almost as if I had to start over on my general requirements which I was not very happy about. One of the classes that I had to take was Music Appreciation, even though I had already met that requirement in my opinion, but whatever.
I had made my schedule to coordinate with my then fiance, and we had signed up to take that class together. We ended up calling off our engagement shortly after the semester started, but still usually sat next to each other or close to each other with only a very brief period of us probably not talking to each other.
For the record we didn't chat all through this class, at most we might have written notes or something...
Picture a very large classroom with stadium seating and we sat close to the back/top. The class was pretty full. Not completely full, but full.
One day in class, I'm practically falling asleep taking notes and I had my head propped up by my arm, with my head bent down looking at my paper. All of a sudden, the professor starts reaming someone for always talking in class and being distracting, etc. I was thinking to myself, "Man, the poor student who's getting this lecture..." Then he went silent, and the whole room was silent. I looked up to see why it was so quiet and the professor had been talking to me!!! He had asked a question and was waiting for me to answer it! I was like, "I'm sorry I didn't hear the question?" He re asked the question which flustered him, and probably made him more angry. I don't even remember what it was... I had not even been talking!!!! My ex was totally laughing because he thought it was so funny for me to get called out for nothing! Strike one for crazy music professor.
Another day in the same class we were watching a video about Mozart or Beethoven and there was to be a quiz on the previous nights homework after the video was over. I decided the video was boring and would refresh for the quiz while the video was going. I used one of those extra super duper teeny tiny pen lights that was on my key chain to glance over my notes.... A few minutes later the movie stopped abruptly, the lights came on, and the professor started talking.
He started ranting at me, "The light is so distracting, and you do not study for other classes during this class. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. If you would like to study for another class you may leave right now, or would you like to stay to finish the movie?"
I meekly answered, "I'll stay..." and he resumed the movie. Strike two!
Oh my word people, I have never felt more like a fifth grader in my life than when I was in that class. That balding, round man hated me. I swear he was just getting senile because the people that sat in front of us off to my side totally talked through class, and he just thought it was me because he couldn't see all the way up to the top of the class. I HATED that class. I totally skipped that class as many times was legal for me to get a decent grade.
Let's just say that professor did not get a good review from me at the end of the semester...
That class was supposed to help us appreciate music, it made me hate it. After that class, I should have been able to tell all the major composers apart from each other by hearing their music. Still can't to this day.
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