As days go, today wasn’t the worst one could have. For those that don’t know, I am now a teacher. Yeah. Well, that went over well. Sir, in the back, I am done talking about my life now, you can wake up.
Okay, back to my life. This week has been homecoming week. A phrase I thought died immediately after graduating, but I guess I will never get away from it now. The wonder of adolecent dreams and hopes. Trying to change the world and get some at the same time. It really is a horrible combination, but one we must all go through to end up with our horrible 9-5 jobs and then have kids to send them to school so they will not end up with a horrible 9-5 job, thus the circle of modern-suburban life goes on…
I am attending the homecoming game tonight and then chaperoning the dance afterwards. Yeah, homecoming dance, you heard me right kids, I’m not a dork, I’m going to homecoming!
Homecoming dances aren't this cool anymore
This week has been more than homecoming, it has been music video week for my students. They have been learning how to shoot video and edit it, and also the fine, lost art of the music video. Of course, when one things of music videos, cheesy 80s videos have to be in the mix. Correction, not in the mix, THE mix.
No, they didn't do anything as cool as this video, but some of their videos were better than most 80s videos
After writing most of this, I realized that I had somehow acquired, in the smallest possible fashion, the writing style of John Woolf. His blog has been dead for a few years now, but I was able to dig up a nice image from the past. It comes from a party that happened when our mutual friend Josh Haynes moved away to D.C.
The slogan of the Gentleman's Beard Club of Montgomery, a loosely organized group centered around the above three concepts
Ah, the good ole days. Whatever happened to them? I can’t remember. It must have something to do with Fighting Cock and a certain fountain located in the center of Downtown Montgomery.
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