I locked the car, shut the door, and slung my backpack over my shoulder.
It was a sweet spring morning. The kind of morning where everything smells like wet grass and pine.
As I walked toward class I heard music in the distance. It sounded faint. Far away but loud enough for me to make it out. Somewhere some party animal was seriously blasting there music at 9:30 in the morning. I thought, hey more power to them. They were listening to Pearl Jam’s "Even Flow". A 90’s classic that I was very familiar with.
Eventually I reached campus and started climbing a huge staircase toward my classroom.It was an early morning History class. There were a maximum of 10 students at any given lecture and many students felt the class to be boring but I enjoyed myself.
In the distance I could still hear the music. Faint. As if really loud but from somewhere far away. The song had changed now. I couldn’t make it out, but it sounded like some hip-hop; maybe Reggae.
My teacher had been lecturing about American pre-Civil-War history for so many years that he just spoke off the top of his head. No notes. I appreciated his enthusiasm.He rambled about quirky facts that he found amusing and once in a while he’d crack a good joke. He felt so comfortable in his endless monologues that he easily tuned out the distractions caused from late students or people talking in the hallway. He just kept on lecturing, locked eyes with anyone listening, and never lost a beat.
For a moment I looked out the window and realized that I could still hear the music. Loud enough for me to hear it but from really far away.
Damn! I thought. This dude's kinda rude blasting his music all loud like that!
I still couldn’t make out the song but I knew it must’ve been really loud for me to hear it all the way up in my classroom. After a few more minutes of lecture and still able to hear the music, the rebellious part of me started to envy whoever was out there listening to their music so carefree.
Well. I thought. I guess that’s kinda awesome.
...And then I heard it. The next song.
No! I thought. But it was.
It was the soundtrack to movie “Hook”.
There's only one stupid ass who would have the soundtrack to the movie Hook on their fucking playlist.
And that’s because it was my playlist.
From my phone.
On its lowest volume.
I locked the car, shut the door, and slung my backpack over my shoulder.
As I walked toward class I heard music in the distance. It sounded faint. Far away but loud enough for me to make it out. Somewhere some party animal was seriously blasting there music at 9:30 in the morning. I thought, hey more power to them. They were listening to Pearl Jam’s "Even Flow". A 90’s classic that I was very familiar with.
My teacher had been lecturing about American pre-Civil-War history for so many years that he just spoke off the top of his head. No notes. I appreciated his enthusiasm.He rambled about quirky facts that he found amusing and once in a while he’d crack a good joke. He felt so comfortable in his endless monologues that he easily tuned out the distractions caused from late students or people talking in the hallway. He just kept on lecturing, locked eyes with anyone listening, and never lost a beat.
For a moment I looked out the window and realized that I could still hear the music. Loud enough for me to hear it but from really far away.
Damn! I thought. This dude's kinda rude blasting his music all loud like that!
I still couldn’t make out the song but I knew it must’ve been really loud for me to hear it all the way up in my classroom. After a few more minutes of lecture and still able to hear the music, the rebellious part of me started to envy whoever was out there listening to their music so carefree.
Well. I thought. I guess that’s kinda awesome.
...And then I heard it. The next song.
No! I thought. But it was.
It was the soundtrack to movie “Hook”.
There's only one stupid ass who would have the soundtrack to the movie Hook on their fucking playlist.
And that’s because it was my playlist.
From my phone.
On its lowest volume.
