When: March 2004
Where: Home Ec, Barnhart Middle School
Who: Several Classmates
Mrs. Hall was a nice old lady, but she let us listen to our music when we did our sewing. This wasn’t always a good thing. Sometimes a song would come on we weren’t sure she’d approve of, and in our embarrassment we would start conversations and keep the volume up until the song was over. Such was the life of the private school student.
Once it was a particularly objectionable song– a soft and cuddly cover of a gangsta rap– and we ended up all yelling at each other. When it was finally over, this song came on, and we could go back to normal.
Next: Muse arrives, aggravates.