Writer's Block: And the Apple Goes To
Okay, my favorite teacher in school was Dr. Ogasapian (RIP) for my music history class at University of Lowell, 1987.
Music History was every single morning at 8 am on the dot. Dr. Ogasapian locked the door at 8:01 am, as he wanted you to be there on time! His nickname from the students was Dr. Ogre...and for a Sophmore in College getting to an 8 am class in the morning was not the easiest thing for me (and other students).
I tried sooooo hard to understand Music History, I was trying my best, but I just didn't get it. Boy, did I spend HOURS trying to figure out Big A, little a, Big B, little b, etc... and other students were trying their best to help me too, and I was STILL failing and miserably...I think the highest score on a test was a 50...sigh...but he said at the beginning of his classes in the semester, that even if you were failing miserably (which I was), that if you showed up every single day of his class, he would pass you.
One day, I was failing miserably on another test he just gave out, and I was having another major test coming that same week from Music History, I was so upset that I went to his office crying (and I mean sobbing) my eyes out.
Me sobbing "Oh Dr. Ogasapian, - sob- I don't know what I'm going to do, I'm really trying very hard to understand this, but I don't. - sob"
Dr. Ogasapian - "Do you like Cher?"
Me sobbing, taking a breath - "What?"
Dr. Ogasapian - "Did you see that movie 'Moonstruck'?"
Me sobbing less, taking another breath - "I, I think so..."
Dr. Ogasapian - "I love that movie, don't you?"
Me sobbing even less, giggle "Yes, I think I liked it..."
Dr. Ogasapian - "Gia, I know you are in my class every day, and you try really hard right?"
me - "Yes, Dr. Ogasapian, I really try, honest, and even my other friends are trying to help me, but I just keep failing..." starting to cry over again
Dr. Ogasapian "Look, I know you are trying very hard, and I see you in the front row every class, as long as you don't miss a class, I won't fail you, ok?"
me - "okay..."
He passed me, with a D, but he passed me. RIP Dr. O, I miss you a lot, and now I wish I remember all of your classes...
Music History was every single morning at 8 am on the dot. Dr. Ogasapian locked the door at 8:01 am, as he wanted you to be there on time! His nickname from the students was Dr. Ogre...and for a Sophmore in College getting to an 8 am class in the morning was not the easiest thing for me (and other students).
I tried sooooo hard to understand Music History, I was trying my best, but I just didn't get it. Boy, did I spend HOURS trying to figure out Big A, little a, Big B, little b, etc... and other students were trying their best to help me too, and I was STILL failing and miserably...I think the highest score on a test was a 50...sigh...but he said at the beginning of his classes in the semester, that even if you were failing miserably (which I was), that if you showed up every single day of his class, he would pass you.
One day, I was failing miserably on another test he just gave out, and I was having another major test coming that same week from Music History, I was so upset that I went to his office crying (and I mean sobbing) my eyes out.
Me sobbing "Oh Dr. Ogasapian, - sob- I don't know what I'm going to do, I'm really trying very hard to understand this, but I don't. - sob"
Dr. Ogasapian - "Do you like Cher?"
Me sobbing, taking a breath - "What?"
Dr. Ogasapian - "Did you see that movie 'Moonstruck'?"
Me sobbing less, taking another breath - "I, I think so..."
Dr. Ogasapian - "I love that movie, don't you?"
Me sobbing even less, giggle "Yes, I think I liked it..."
Dr. Ogasapian - "Gia, I know you are in my class every day, and you try really hard right?"
me - "Yes, Dr. Ogasapian, I really try, honest, and even my other friends are trying to help me, but I just keep failing..." starting to cry over again
Dr. Ogasapian "Look, I know you are trying very hard, and I see you in the front row every class, as long as you don't miss a class, I won't fail you, ok?"
me - "okay..."
He passed me, with a D, but he passed me. RIP Dr. O, I miss you a lot, and now I wish I remember all of your classes...