I did a lot of weird things in that performance class, but I’ll try to keep a long story short.
Imagine getting up at 7 a.m. to put on clown makeup (I’m talking red cheeks and everything), walking across campus in said makeup carrying two large garbage bags full of balloons, getting to class early to put on your pink tutu and hot pink wig and then performing in front of a room full of strangers who your classmates bribed to be there with free coffee and who have no idea what the frick they got themselves into.
Yes, this actually happened.
Not all the weird classes I took were that bad. Take Medieval and Early Modern Music, for example. If you like jamming out to 12th century monastic chants — or if you still need a world before 1750 credit — this is the class for you.
I got to listen to monks sing all in Latin and attend a live performance of UNC’s Baroque Ensemble. Also, I got to write my final paper on sexual innuendos 12th century nuns inserted into their music. Scandalous, I know.
Sometimes the most useless classes are the most enjoyable ones. You don’t have to worry about remembering everything for the future, but you end up remembering most of it anyway.
In fact, I can’t un-see some of the things I saw in my Sci-fi Fantasy literature class — like Harrison Ford being chased by a creepy shirtless guy in “Blade Runner.”
Required reading for this class included “A Handmaid’s Tale” (to keep up with the sexy nun theme,) “The Last Castle” (a book that went out of print for good reason) and “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?” (which never answered the question).
For the final, I had to write a well thought out essay (citing evidence from the readings) on “which is more human, androids or zombies?”
For the record, I picked androids, and one of my arguments was that androids don’t eat people. I got an A.