There is some minor pressure to get me out of my hall, “Burnett South,” previously known as “Victory” and sometimes known as “the Endzone,” though I think only Alvin Leota calls it that. It’s mainly because other Burnett guys want to live here next semester. I don’t blame them; but I’ve got a sweet deal here and ain’t moving.
Besides, some of them are music majors and we have enough singers in this hall. Good Lord, some of them are the most tone-deaf people I’ve ever heard; how the heck did they manage to get into the program? The way they mangle Stevie Wonder is just criminal; the fact that they even sing Johnny Mathis tunes deserves them a caning; and what’s with the Metallica lately? (Not that I object; but must they sing along?)
On the up side, they are at Bethany College to learn something, and I’ll simply need to tolerate them getting their horrible music choices and practices out of their systems. Bethany did wonders for my sister. Not to embarrass her; but she used to sing Whitney Houston songs before she came here, and thank God, Bethany cured her of it.
I know some people are going to say, “You should talk; I’ve heard that sucky ‘Cup of Jesus’ song you play on your blog.” That’s different. I play that song so you, like me, can make fun of it. You also have control over your computer’s volume. I have no control over the other music played in my hall; I can only turn up my music to drown the other stuff out.
What I’d love to get is one of those inverse-noise generators to cancel it out completely, but I don’t know where to find a non-industrial version. (They used to be installed in certain luxury cars to cancel out engine noise; but I haven’t seen them in a few years.) If you know of any place that sells them, drop me a note. Such devices are necessary in college dorms.