Musical Genius

So here I am, at the Auraria Campus Library, listening to a mousy, gray haired woman talk about researching full text art journals for someones extended essay.

Why am I here?

She is fumbling around with her computer, it would be entertaining if I weren't ten feet away from Mrs. Geimer, and some other somewhat intimidating library official with a fake smile plastered on his face.

I think he might have a crush on the woman speaking at the front. He laughs at everything she says, even the stuff that is in no way shape or form funny. Every once and awhile though, he stares at her with this longing kind of look. It's interesting to watch, for the sole reason that the woman has no idea.

She just keeps rambling on about databases that she doesn't really know about, but, "no worries," she tells us. "If you act like you own the place, no one questions you."

I am stuck here until two, maybe two thirty.

I have found a total of five books to start my bull shit essay on.

Some of them might actually be interesting to read. there is one called The History in Sound. It goes through protest worthy instances throughout the twentieth century, and analyzes the music used to represent them.

There is another one that discusses modern music, and that's okay and all, but what made this book special is that it breaks it down into genre.

Not the IB definition of genre, mind you, but the generally accepted one, like folk, rock, etc.

This one talks about social vs. anti-social genres and how that affects how it works for a protest nature. They talk about how rock and folk are social forms of protest music, while goth and heavy metal are anti-social. If anything, from this extended essay I will at least enjoy reading this.

The love stricken librarian man is staring at me. I think he realizes that I am not searching databases. that's fine by me though, I would search if they gave me something to search with. They've gone over every subject but mine

awesome.

I always find myself studying protests. I never really know why, it just happens. I never plan on it, but it finds me. I'm not sure as to whether I am happy about this or not.

Remember my ninth grade poetry project?

My teacher told me, protest is too general, punk rock isn't going to work.

Guess who got one hundred percent on her project?

I hope this works out for me.