2/3/17 Back in the Day Music
In life you have to do many pointless things. It’s all a part of jumping through its hoops. College is no different. Here you have to take a bunch of pointless classes. General music when I was a freshman in college was horrendous. I had zero skill for understanding what Bach, Beethoven, Brahms were trying to say. Nor did I understand tone or timber, not even sure if that was a real term they used. I recognized their songs played in class but didn’t know their key or count. The one thing I did take away from that class was this weird dude in it. Isn’t that the world has come to now, looking at people and seeing how weird everyone is? This guy wore a jean jacket and a tie dye shirt every day and sprinted from one class to the next. I would literally watch him run out of our class and race across the quad. His calves were impeccable and his running form was unmatched. Not only was he just a strange dude overall, he said he had been taking classes since George H. Bush was in office. This class took place in the fall of 2002.
Another class I took was part of my elementary education major and was a Children’s Literature class. While I am not a huge reader already, studying children’s literature was a bit trying. Most of the projects and activities were very elementary based which is hard in front of your peers when you’re 20. One project required us to read 75 children’s books from various given categories. I decided the best course of action for this would be to drop the course. Since that wasn’t an option, I got myself a library card and spent an entire Saturday going through all 75 looking like a total creep. Not as bad as this guy, but bad nonetheless.
Another project required us to recite some sort of poetry to the class, which was made up of about 20 people, four being men. Most of the time, I prepare for every speaking event diligently. I consider teaching as putting on some sort of a bit. By the time I get to it the third time during the day, I have it down pat. For this project, no rehearsing was needed. I had said my rhymes hundreds of times already and I only needed to fill around 10 seconds. That was the easiest A I have ever received. Thank you, Fresh Prince.
One project did catch my eye though. We were to present a story to the class. It had to be an original, you had to use a prop, and no note cards were allowed. Since I am evidently not very good at telling stories, I decided to use one from my video past. I already had the DVD and I wrote down, memorized, and rehearsed my story for days. I didn’t want any slip ups. I even found my old teddy bear from when I was a kid to help use as a prop. It went off without a hitch, except for some broad saying that my story was similar to one in a movie. I told her I didn’t know anything about that. Instead of reciting the entire thing here, I’ll let John Candy do the honor. I stole it from him anyways, without giving him his credit.
Is this an Oscar Award winning movie? No. But it is a classic in the Niewinski family circle. You can’t get through a family get together without my Uncle Tony reciting a few lines. The closing to The Great Outdoors is fantastic. It is great to have a good closer baseball, as my Cubbies learned this fall, and movies are no different. Whether it is a final scene…
Or a final line…
as completing a persuasive closing for a movie is essential as you need to leave the viewer on a high and end their time with a good taste in their mouth. It is what they will remember the most, as it is your last time to get them hooked.
And that takes us into today’s back in the day music. With the ending of The Great Outdoors being pretty classic, with a grizzly bear being shot in the butt and all, I have always enjoyed sticking through the end credits and reliving a 1966 hit. Today’s song, recorded by two others before Wilson Pickett grabbed ahold of it, peaked at number 6 on the Billboard Hot 100. Pickett recorded over 50 songs that made it into the US R&B charts. While his hit Mustang Sally may be his most known work, today’s song reached the highest on the charts.
Lewis University did seem to have its share of unimportant classes. The big universities tend to provide a larger plethora of classes to take. I always liked how Heisman Award winner Matt Leinart took Ballroom Dancing while at USC. I wonder if they had any other dancing classes. Perhaps ones that focused on the mashed potato, or maybe the alligator and the Watusi were also provided. But these could be too narrow of an idea. Perhaps a class that focused on The Land of 1,000 Dances would have been more appropriate.