いやだな。。

Or maybe it's just Jazz majors. My Writing class is full of them. They're Honors kids, too. Makes them more annoying. They're Freshman, too. Jeebus, need I say anything else?

First of all, you'd think they've been at the University forever. Like they were 五年生　or something. Maybe it's because they're not the first of their family to go to college? I don't know. And yet they act as though college is something to be so uptight over and that First-Year seminar is a real class. For Chrissake, you're a MUSIC major. A JAZZ major no less. You /have/ to think college is a joke to begin with. Nonetheless, if you have to be that uptight to be an Honors kid, there's a problem. Maybe it's with me, because all of the "Honors" courses I've taken have been the biggest joke of my life. I get my tuition /paid/ to take these shitty, easy classes.

So, we hafta write all of these mini-papers over the semester and read them aloud for peer critquing. The topics were as follows: Place, Person, Voice(fiction), and Story/Event. All, save the third one, are supposed to be from one's life, a true story. ANYWAY, instead of being CREATIVE, VARIED, and WELL-ROUNDED, nearly all of these Freshies (except the two nursing majors, two art majors, some stragglers, and myself) WROTE ABOUT MUSIC IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. That was well and dandy for for the first few readings, but I can't stand it anymore. Shit, I like music too, but you don't catch me orgasming over B flat and laughing about the witty jokes the author makes about his rival who cannot play a simple Arpeggio-V-chord-Megatron-friggin'-lick. (OH, HO,HO,HO!) And, what is "dirty jazz?" Is that like someone making sexual moaning sounds while skatting? I don't even want to find out. I just... IDC!

There's this one kid, who should file for a change of major. He's trying so hard to get out of the shadow of his father and brother, that it's coming out in his writing. He tries to outdo the length of everyone's paper. The papers are supposed to be about 3 pages long. His last one was 8 pages single spaced. Again, I love to write, but I'm not about to tell random 17-year olds about my life's story. I'd much rather write about something that brings out my ego less. Non-fiction is for the uncreative.

They all say, "I like the mood you created." Or something like, "Very well-rendered dialogue." Or, "Oh! I like the part when you talk about the complex scale of the improvisation used in executing your saxophone solo!" Cut. Me. A. Break! Yet, these youngins can't remember to place punctuation /inside/ the quotations, or how to use commas properly, or not use colloquial speech. You should not write how you speak! But colloquial English seems to be the American NewSpeak. Grammar is a dead art. All they know is music terminology and they cling to it like it's their native tongue.

And they are youngins. They just don't seem to think so. They act like the 80s were the good 'ol days that they remember so well. They weren't even AROUND for the 80s. They weren't even a twinkle in their mothers' eyes. I wasn't even around for the 80s, and I don't pretend that I was. 1989 babies barely were, either. It's just in the number. Given, the 80s did in a way spill over into the 90s; yanno, numbered decades don't clearly box off trends, but they were born in 1991. '91, really! Now my sister, born in '74, she knew the 80s. And she knew it were gangsta. lol Berlin wall and all. lol

Yeah, I hate music majors. I hate my Writing class. What a drag. And in the language of of my classmates, "It's full of civilians." For God's sake, music is not the be all and end all (at least not jazz), just like your designer shoe brand isn't. Learn a second language, or study history, or philosophy, -something useful- or just care about something other than Satchmo, or some shit! Don't lock yourself up in your room and jamm for hours, spilling out your soul like diarrhea over music with no rhyme or reason!