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Feb. 23rd, 2002
My students (5)
Feb. 23rd, 2002 01:56 pmObviously they attract attention. In the first class I taught, they stood out. Not that they were completely punk, but their hair was wilder than others. They wore oversized T-shirts with names of bands that I had never heard off. Which is an achievement, as up until then I thought I was well up to scratch if it came to music. They talked a lot instead of doing something useful, so my first, old-fashioned, reaction was that they needed some discipline.
After a while I found out that they weren't too bad. They were different from the rest, in a class where most tried desperately to fit in. They dared to be different, something I can appreciate. One day they came up to me and asked if I needed any CD's. Suspiciously I asked them what they tried to sell me. Obviously I didn't want to be associated with any stolen goods, nor did I have much confidence in their taste of music. They summed up some bands, most of them unfamiliar to me, but I had heard of Korn. Not my cup of tea though. But they insisted I gave it a try. I didn't like it. But after a few conversations we did find a band we had in common: Tool. So they sold me a cheap CD by Tool. Not until then I realised that one of their fathers had a CD-burner, something still fairly new at the time. After they found me as a customer, they told me they could get hold of any album should I want it. I decided to test them. I gave them a title of an album I had been looking for for over a decade. It had never been released on CD and the LP was not available anymore. They accepted the challenge and a week later I had the long sought for album on CD, an extra album of the same band included for the same prize, both LP's were short compared to CD-length. Their secret was a public library that had a huge collection of music.
They promised me a better price, big consumer as I was now, and I gave them a list of albums I wanted, but wouldn't want to pay full price for. They burned CD's for a while and made some extra pocket money. In the meantime I had to correct them once in a while in class, where they weren't exactly examples for youth. They were clever enough though to bring up the right conversation whenever I was in a foul mood. The rest of the class still considered them as weirdoes, the colour of their hair (green and purple) didn't exactly help. Some of my colleagues couldn't stand them for exactly that reason, but once you got to know them, you had to like them. We helped to develop each other's music tastes. They helped me to the Tindersticks, I taught them about Tom Waits. We never agreed on Korn or Elvis Costello though.
On an excursion to Paris I had a lot of fun with them in Disneyland Paris. They and some of their friends took me along on a day of stupid rides, making fun of other visitors and basically were enjoying themselves where they weren't supposed to have a good time. I'm glad I went with this group of 7 students that day and not with my colleagues. When I left school, they kept in touch through E-mail. Not very often, but once in a while, giving me some news I already knew or just telling that the competition among students with CD-burners had become stronger. I have ordered a few CD's with them again after I came back. I miss some student in my new school who could take over their role.
After a while I found out that they weren't too bad. They were different from the rest, in a class where most tried desperately to fit in. They dared to be different, something I can appreciate. One day they came up to me and asked if I needed any CD's. Suspiciously I asked them what they tried to sell me. Obviously I didn't want to be associated with any stolen goods, nor did I have much confidence in their taste of music. They summed up some bands, most of them unfamiliar to me, but I had heard of Korn. Not my cup of tea though. But they insisted I gave it a try. I didn't like it. But after a few conversations we did find a band we had in common: Tool. So they sold me a cheap CD by Tool. Not until then I realised that one of their fathers had a CD-burner, something still fairly new at the time. After they found me as a customer, they told me they could get hold of any album should I want it. I decided to test them. I gave them a title of an album I had been looking for for over a decade. It had never been released on CD and the LP was not available anymore. They accepted the challenge and a week later I had the long sought for album on CD, an extra album of the same band included for the same prize, both LP's were short compared to CD-length. Their secret was a public library that had a huge collection of music.
They promised me a better price, big consumer as I was now, and I gave them a list of albums I wanted, but wouldn't want to pay full price for. They burned CD's for a while and made some extra pocket money. In the meantime I had to correct them once in a while in class, where they weren't exactly examples for youth. They were clever enough though to bring up the right conversation whenever I was in a foul mood. The rest of the class still considered them as weirdoes, the colour of their hair (green and purple) didn't exactly help. Some of my colleagues couldn't stand them for exactly that reason, but once you got to know them, you had to like them. We helped to develop each other's music tastes. They helped me to the Tindersticks, I taught them about Tom Waits. We never agreed on Korn or Elvis Costello though.
On an excursion to Paris I had a lot of fun with them in Disneyland Paris. They and some of their friends took me along on a day of stupid rides, making fun of other visitors and basically were enjoying themselves where they weren't supposed to have a good time. I'm glad I went with this group of 7 students that day and not with my colleagues. When I left school, they kept in touch through E-mail. Not very often, but once in a while, giving me some news I already knew or just telling that the competition among students with CD-burners had become stronger. I have ordered a few CD's with them again after I came back. I miss some student in my new school who could take over their role.
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Feb. 23rd, 2002 02:34 pmIt's getting worse. Those test I mean. I already spoke against them once before, I have seen several others act against them as well. So everybody is getting annoyed reading their friends pages and having to scroll past 154 tests everyday day.
Let me just make it clear once more:
I DON'T CARE WHAT COLOUR, NIRVANA SONG, TETRIS PIECE OR COUNTRY YOU ARE!
If you think they are interesting to others, they will also look if you put them behind a LJ-cut.
Let me just make it clear once more:
I DON'T CARE WHAT COLOUR, NIRVANA SONG, TETRIS PIECE OR COUNTRY YOU ARE!
If you think they are interesting to others, they will also look if you put them behind a LJ-cut.
