My after school class starts at 3:40, but I won't know how many students will be in attendance until 4. The foolish ones who come on time are subjected to my poor tastes via youtube. I am an utter failure as a DJ. In terms of recall I am nearly unable to list twenty songs without being reduced to Iron Maiden or 90's pop. It was in tribute to the sour taste of middle school nostalgia that I queued up this tower of power: Everybody (Back Street's Back)
There reaction? Lyrically, acoustically, they love it. Visually these eighth graders were so frightened by the Thriller ripped costumes that they covered their eyes and demanded I minimize it. When I refused, one girl threw up and the lady-janitor followed me back to the class when she caught me rifling through her closet for paper towels.
Eat your vegitables children, mind your parents. Backstreet's back hiding under your bed, alright?
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