Hello everyone. My name is Mark Smith and I'm from Middletown, New Jersey. I'm 21 and I'm in my senior year of my History Education Major. My four main passions in life are music, history, baseball, and the Simpsons. I play guitar and a bit of drums and bass. One of my greatest accomplishments was recording a record with my old band that was near studio quality. Before I decided to become a teacher I contemplated going to school to become a music producer. Unfortunately it's not very lucrative unless you are one of the few big names. Music is my therapy. I use it, buy way of playing or listening, to get through the day.
I fell in love with history in high school. To be honest I only decided to become a teacher because it really frustrated me when I would talk to people about things and they didn't know simple geography or common knowledge about our country. History is not just dates. Everything has a history and therefore I think it's the study of how everything came to be. I don't know how someone could not be interested in it since it deals with...well...everything.
Since we were talking about books that we were reading in class I thought I would discuss the biography of Kurt Cobain that I just finished. It was a very bittersweet read for me. I absolutely love Nirvana. So reliving all of Kurt's life and music was really special. But as I neared the end of the book I couldn't help but feel like I didn't want to finish it because I knew what was coming. I avoided reading the last chapter for a few days because I had some warped idea that if I didn't read about his death, it wouldn't happen. I finally read it and I can't think about anything except how much his spirit is missed in a lot of music today.
I think that's enough of my musing but I do look forward to this class and reading about everyone else life. I hope everyone has a great semester.
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I remember well when he died -- I was in my second year of college and that album had been the soundtrack to my freshman year. Even now, when I hear "Smells Like ...", I remember bowling in the hallway in our dorm and nearly killing our RA. Good times, good times.
Yes, he certainly is missed -- he had so much to contribute.
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