I love to watercolor, I always have. That’s partly why I was a graphic design major for a bit.
One of my Facebook friends (I include Facebook because we are not really friends) took one class together in Fall of 2004 at MSU. It was an art class; I think it was 2D Design. I had the best teacher for that class. She must have taught kindergarten at one point; she was too caring not to. Not like the cynical high school teachers like me.
There was an absolute ogre of a person in that class. I think his name was Bert or something like that. He had to have some disability- but I’m assuming here. He had constant flatulence, could not cut in a straight line, and was obsessed with the Facebook friend I mentioned before.
One night Bert came in (it was a night class) and told our teacher he had something special to present to the class at the end of the night. She said, “okay that will be wonderful!” Remember, kindergarten teacher.
At the end of class Bert came to the front, breathing so loudly I wondered if he needed an inhaler.
He took an obnoxiously long and loud breath. Then began singing, “That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia.” He sang the entire song. All 4 verses. It was terrible. When he finished our teacher exclaimed- “well wasn’t that nice? Class wasn’t that nice?”
We all sat there mouths on the floor wondering what had just happened. Bert sat down and no one said a word.
Hear it by Reba below.