Speaking of reminiscing

This weekend I am foolishly flying to the coldest place on earth, aka the tundra, aka Ann Arbor, MI, for Sarah Davis's graduate voice recital. It will be fantastic and freezing. I'm dubbing this weekend "Reunion of Glory" because it will be the first time that Sarah, Ash, and Tjaden and I will all be together in over a year. And it will be the first time we've been together for more than just dinner since the week after we graduated (TINO). Needless to say, I cannot wait.

In preparation for this weekend, I decided to look back at the Haikus we wrote as baby freshmen in Diction class. The only way to get through the torture that was Diction was to entertain ourselves via alternative means. Sometimes this involved Disney Princess coloring books, drawing pictures of Dr. Rierson/other classmates (witness for yourself here, here, and here), and eventually, writing haikus. We passed a sheet around class after class, compiling said haikus. Tjaden even kept the sheet in a locket (geez we were so lame). Eventually when the year was over and we were finished with diction forever, I typed the sheet up and put it in a note on Facebook (remember those?). So today I spent a good half hour trying to figure out how to even FIND FB notes (timeline is confusing sometimes), and not only did I rediscover the glorious haikus (sorry, if we're not FB friends you're not going to be able to read that...but I forgot how much they referenced Creepy Makeout Boy!!!), but this GEM of a note...

Back story: Ethnomusicology was the last section of Music History we had to take, which we took in the Spring of 2009, or second semester Junior Year. Pedre Aponte, the teacher of said class, is a wonderful, wonderful man, but not the greatest of lecturers. On the first day of class with him as our teacher, I distinctly remember Lauren Catron turning to look at me about five minutes into the lecture, with nothing but panic and confusion in her eyes as she asked, "Do you have ANY idea what he's even saying?!"

After that, it became common practice to show up (or not) and pay zero attention. You would just write down the stuff he put in the power point and pray that you somehow passed the class. One day, to entertain myself, I pulled out my digital camera. I turned off the sound, and browsed through the pictures I had recently taken. Once I got bored of that, I decided to take some new ones. I turned off the flash so no one would know I was being SO CREEPY and decided to take pictures. Pictures of the wall, of the front of the classroom, of my friends while they weren't paying attention, etc. It did not dawn on me that even when you turned the flash off on this camera that an orange light on the front would still go off anytime a picture was taken. It was pointed out to me once I took a picture of Pedro, as he happened to be staring DIRECTLY AT ME. This is how the conversation in front of the seventy person class went:

Pedro (in a heavy South American accent): So the charango....hey....did you just take a picture of me?!
Me: I....uh....what....huh? NO. I DIDN'T.
Pedro: Hahahaha that's very funny! So anyway, the charango...

My friends were beside themselves they were laughing so hard, but I was TOTALLY MORTIFIED. Here's the horrible, horrible proof.

Anyway, the point of this long and embarrassing backstory is because today I found this note that I wrote that day. After the picture "incident", Sarah Davis wrote a short story and I put it online. However, since the disco did not exist yet, I don't have it in a blog, so I'm fixing that today. It's basically amazing (note the Teen Girl Squad references...win!). I'd put the haikus in a blog too, except I'm pretty sure we're the only four people who find them funny. Anyway, without further ado, I give you:

The Story of Ethnomusicological Love

Written this morning by Sarah Davis in Ethnomusicology. Inspired by an EMBARRASSING event.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Shannon who had a secret desire to marry Pedro Aponte. Every day she woke up extra early to get good-lookin' so Pedro would think she looked sooooooooooooooo good! However, day after day, it seemed that her efforts were going to waste. Pedro was consistently paid more attention to some annoying girl named (sorry but I don't feel right putting this on fbook ...hilarious, but I don't even remember this girl's name, otherwise I would have just changed it to the original words. But she was definitely annoying). What a bitch!

One day, Shannon had a brilliant idea. She knew how she would win Pedro's latin-loving heart. She would learn SPANISH!! Day after day, night after sleepless night, Shan studied and prayed that her efforts would work.

Finally the day arrived. Shannon looked extra so-good that day just in case the Spanish didn't work. During the lecture Shannon got a little excited, however, and was caught sneakily taking a photo of Pedro (weirdo). Pedro asked to see Shannon in his office later. Shannon was filled with conflicting emotions...she was going to Pedro's office where she could speak Spanish to her heart's content!!!!!! But she was going to be questioned.

Shannon knew she just had to go in the office and be a baller. No time like the present. Shannon took a breath, opened the door...


....AND WAS EATEN BY A LION!


And that was the end. Well crafted, in my opinion.

This story also inspired a blog post I wrote two months later, in honor of my DHall crush and Joe Scott's birthday.



...this weekend is going to be awesome.


Man, I used a lot of links in this post.