When did my life become Glee?

So, this morning I was teaching a media class and the topic was radio. I decided that I’d start the class by playing the song Video Killed the Radio Star by the Buggles, it being appropriate and all. I asked them the standard question of what the first MTV music video played was, and then hit play, expecting them to happily listen and then go on with the lecture.

(Fun fact, the guy on the multi-keyboard in that video is the movie composer Hans Zimmer!)

What I didn’t expect was for them to start not only singing along, but jump up and start dancing around like it was a party! (And this is at 8am on a Thursday morning, ah youth!) It was literally like someone had suddenly plunked me into an episode of Glee! 🙂

Anyways, when they looked ready to start dancing on the desks I decided enough was enough and pulled the plug. It was fun, but the last thing I needed was for someone to fall off with me in charge! O_o

Still, that has to be one of the coolest experiences I’ve had while teaching at the college, and I really admire their enthusiasm! I played the rest of the song at the end of the class, and they danced out to it, to the bewilderment of the students coming in.

Rob

Best Funny Student Analogies

Found online:

Annual English Teachers’ awards for best student metaphors/analogies
found in actual student papers:

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like
underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy
who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those
boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at
high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one
of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just
before it throws up.

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling
ball wouldn’t.

From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie,
surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and
Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry
them in hot grease.

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the
grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left
Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at
4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had
also never met.

He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East
River.

Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one
that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law George. But unlike George,
this plan just might work.

The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating
for a while.

He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a
real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or
something.

The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg
behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with
power tools.

He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if
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Father puts catching fly ball over daughter.

Watch in the top left of the screen to catch what happened. Basically, the father jumped up to catch a fly ball, forgetting his young daughter was on his lap. Ouch!

Watch to the end for the look from his wife…Someone’s in the doghouse tonight!