Today I learned that college classes are weird, unpredictable… and hilarious.
Funny story time.
I’m sitting in my goddawful Honors Economics class listening to the professor explain the Classical Model and it’s Misperceptions Theory in preparation for an upcoming exam. It’s a good-sized class, maybe 50 students or so, and we’re all very good and attentive and quiet.
Suddenly, a guitar strum comes from the back of the room. None of us really react right away, since maybe it’s someone’s strange cell phone going off, or someone in the hall. The professor continues. Then there comes another chord, held longer. Someone clears his throat.
I glance over my shoulder to see a young guy in a blue baseball hat with a guitar seated inconspicuously by the door. And as the professor stops talking because some guitar keeps interrupting him, the guy begins to play and sing a song (not very well, mind you) about how his dick is better than your dick. Sorry for the inappropriate language, but it’s what he was singing about. Can’t censor ‘art’.
The class listens, half staring at the kid in incredulity, the other half staring stubbornly forward with tense, awkward expressions. He sings his little song, explaining how he performs better and smells better. I’m watching my professor’s face in curiosity. He stands very still, arms folded, watching the guitar guy with an unreadable expression on his face. Finally, he ends his song and stands up, glances around self-consciously, and announces; “That’s all.” And walks out.
The class breaks into nervous, awkward laughter. The professor turns back to the board with a little smirk on his face, attempting to pick up from where he left off. Obviously, this is difficult, given the amount of distraction. The class twitters a bit more, and my neighbors decide that this must be some kind of fraternity pledge thing.
Finally the professor turns to the class, apologetically. “He was very brave, eh? Brave man.”
And proceeds to encourage us to answer his questions by referencing the “very brave man” who, if he could sing a song about his dick, we could certainly answer a question about the supply curve.
