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Evil and Music


“In truth I found myself upon the brink

of an abyss, the melancholy valley

containing thundering, unending wailings.”

Dante’s Inferno, Canto IV,7

I haven’t been playing God of War 3 as much as I should.  That game received many accolades and was lauded as one of the best games of 2009.  However, I’ve been to preoccupied with MLB the Show.  Ah yes, MLB the Show, how I love to play baseball.  I finished the Hades level in God of War which is a very gloomy level.  Tortured souls fall from the sky as you battle demons on the road back up to Mount Olympus.

I have never been much into button-mashing games, but the graphics and music in God of War 3 are by far the best features of the game; not to mention the gratuitous violence.  We all have to feed this need sometimes; the need to button-mash and pretend we are fighting fearless foes.  However, sometimes playing with evil can go too far.

I grew up going to a private Parochial school, which means many people will assume I am “evil-free”.  However let me tell you a tale of the most horrible of scenes which ever took place; a crime against all teachers.  Something that has never been spoken from my 25 classmates until now.  I fear for my life as I hit “publish”, but the truth must always come out.

Children are often excused for their evil acts because they haven’t reached the “age of reason“.  However some acts are far too horrid to be untold.  An interesting thing about private school is that if you stay in the same school, because of the low turnover in students, there is a good chance you’ll have the same classmates growing up.  This means you grow that bond where you can communicate without words; thinking like a pack of wild wolves.

It was a simpler time then, I had an Atari Lynx, Nancy Reagan was promoting the D.A.R.E program and our class was on an unrestrained mean streak.  You know things are wrong when even the “good students” go rogue.  One student even wrapped a crumpled paper around his forearm and manage to convince our teacher that it was a cast for his broken arm and he was unable to write in class. She believed him.

Earlier that year we had locked out our teacher when we she ran out of the class in tears because she could not control the class and the constant high-degree of insolence.  I remember this day as if it were yesterday.  She storms out of the class with her hands over her face struggling to hide her tears.  While she was outside taking a break from our savagery we decided, as a class, that we would lock her out.  Seemed like a good ideal at the time.  As we locked the doors, you can hear the jungle noises and drumming as the students went restless and roared with laughter until finally the principal was summoned and ordered us to open the door.  This was not the worst of our crimes against authority.

Mr. Melodica

Thank you music teacher, for making me Mr. Melodica. Photo drawn by co-worker on my Birthday Card.

The worst crime against our educators was one afternoon during music lessons.  Music class consisted of learning how to play recorders and singing “Shalom everybody, Yes Indeed”.  Well one day we were driving our music teacher mad and again our wild pack turned on the teacher.  When “group” thinking is involved, it’s like an evil ephemeral feeling is guiding our evil deeds; after the evil act is committed, it’s back to the “hands-folded-nicely-on-desk” position as if nothing treacherous had happened.

Well let’s just say, this teacher was being plagued by our loud chatter and in an attempt to quiet us down, she decided to share something very personal in hopes that we’d sympathize and behave.  She managed to quiet the class; she took a deep breath, paused and then said, “My father just passed away.”  As a class we all gasped and had a stunned looked on all of our faces.  There was at least two solemn seconds of silence, but then as if some evil conductor was behind our teacher instructing our madness, we all pointed in unison and let out a big “Ha-Ha”.  She ran out crying and from what I remember, she never returned to teach in our school again.”

That day, we were all guilty of committing a heinous act on a teacher.  Something none of us are proud of, but looking back at this day, reflecting on the year that was one of our worst behaved, we can only hope that one day, we are not standing alone in front of a group of rowdy children who are ready to attack if order is not in place.

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