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Originally Posted by Mr. Mistoffelees
I want to here some of these academic chaos stories. Will you share some?
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Sure.
When I was a freshman, I thought I was high and mighty when it came to music, because I came from a top-tiered band, won a concert state title, and was all-state. I came in ready to shake things up. When I say "shake things up" I mean that I wanted to change things for the better. I wanted to impact my peers with ideas for improvement in musicality, arranging, conducting, performing, etc... I wanted to make great things happen. What I found, was my ideas were not accepted by the upper-classmen who felt threatened by me. They did not like that since this was
their time to shine as section leaders. They were awful players, lacked leadership capabilities, and were just completely ignorant clams who thought college was all about having fun. This didn't sit well with me, as I felt they were influencing others to not take things seriously and I wasn't afraid to tell them that. When one of the two realized he wasn't going to be able to shut me down, he went to a fraternity brother (there is a music fraternity, which 80% of the males in the school of music took part in.) This fraternity brother offered me a ride from the practice field back to campus one day and I accepted. He told me I wasn't making a good impression on the leaders of the fraternity and that as the guy in charge of recruitment, I was advised to stop questioning the actions of said leaders. I actually laughed out loud and told him I didn't come to BSU to impress upper-classmen who didn't care about music and were in it for the wrong reasons. I further told him that electing these guys as leaders told me all I needed to know about this fraternity and that I was not interested one bit.
I then watched these guys recruit all the brain-dead members of my freshman class and mold them into different people. I continued being outspoken about that fraternity and they continued to try and socially bury me. Their biggest problem, was I was becoming friends with non-music majors (which happened to start with UB and added Gaz a year after.) I liked UB and Gaz because they mentally challenged me and fought back with intellect (and some poker.)
One of these leaders, in particular, hated my guts. He also played tuba and I took great joy being named section leader over him as a freshman in concert band and getting to be a true section leader. He was the kind of person that, when playing the music, if it said "1 player" he would play along with me and I would stop, ask him if he could read, then ask him what "1 player" meant. He would reply that the director didn't ask it to be 1 player. He was that stupid.
I decided to get back at him for his attempts to socially destroy me.
His favorite part of college was being in marching band and pep band. While marching band leadership was based on seniority, pep band was based on an audition. I figured out that there were only 4 tuba (sousaphone) spots and after looking through the auditionees, I realized he was 4th best. I did what any conniving little bastard would do. I signed up and kept him out of being in the pep band. Not only was this grand, but when we went on the conference tourney trip to Cleveland, it was over spring break. We returned to a closed campus very late. Two of the members lived with this guy and offered me to stay with them overnight so I wouldn't have to drive. I accepted. When this guy found out I was staying in his house, he went apeshit and actually indirectly threatened me. I laughed even harder. He stormed out of his room where his girlfriend (who was ugly as sin) was trying to calm him down and he loudly declared I was not allowed to stay. The other two quickly came out, told them it is a 3-person residence and they both voted I could stay. When I left BSU, he was a 6th year senior and in no sight of finishing. About two years ago, I asked somebody what that guy was up to and they said he was STILL an undergrad at BSU, making him about nine years invested into his undergrad.