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Class is over. Has been over for over an hour.

I took dancingqueen (my laptop) to class today, hoping to teach them the joys of BlackBoard 6. I set it up early, to make sure that it would connect to the internet. It did and in my crazed dance of victory, I turned on some music.

The class stopped talking and stared.

"What kind of music do you listen to?" one of the young men asked.

"Um, indie, classic rock, whatever," I answered, reaching over to forward the CD to something a little more conventional. Or I thought it was conventional. It was Postal Service. More blank stares.

"Okay," I said (a bit confrontationally, I'm afraid). "Come up to the board and write what you'd rather be listening to." Blank stares, blank stares, and oh, blank stares. "I'm serious. Get up here. There's three pieces of chalk."

Finally a few started moving to the front of the room. "This is your rushwrite for the day. If you want credit for being in class, come write on the board." Finally I had all 21 music preferences up on the board. I used them to put together the brochure groups. Clever? Maybe not. But definitely (or defiantly) entertaining.