This week has been nice. Really.
It's been less stressful. More me-time, more friend-time.
Of course, the whole "walk into class on Tuesday only to realize there's a test you didn't study for" thing didn't help with the stress. But I guessed my ass off and pulled an 8/10.
I'm a good guesser.
We have a group paper due in two weeks. I really hate group papers. I don't hate working with other people. I simply hate resting my grade on someone else. I want credit for my work and my competence, no one else.
We have been working in the studio in the radio class. We've been working on our "DJ" personality. We simply have to know how to speak like a radio DJ. It varies based on the format of station you're speaking for, but the basic concept is the same.
For whatever reason, I decided to go with "Hot 97.5." My teacher said we have to have "attitude" when doing a station like this. I had to create a "DJ" name, so I went with "Miss J" for absolutely no reason.
I didn't think about "Miss J" from America's Next Top Model until I had already taken the plunge, and even then my friend pointed it out before I noticed. There was no going back.
Now whenever I say "You're listening to Miss J," I imagine myself as a cross-dressing man with amazing legs and an attitude.As if this wasn't bad enough, my Professor told me I should do a "sassy snap" after I say my name.
I lost it. I was laughing too hard. I started yelling about being a transvestite, and blamed my friend Heather for reminding me of Miss J from ANTM. Everyone in the class was laughing hysterically, including the Professor.
I got it together, did my thing and got through it without stumbling over anything.
It went a little something like this:
"You're listening to HOT 97.5, your music all day, everyday.
I'm Miss J *sassy snap*, and you just heard Poker Face by Lady Gaga.
Coming up on June 2nd the Running Rebels will be having a charity event at the Thomas and Mack arena.
There's going to be lots of special guests and fun, so make sure you come on down to support Saint Jude Children's Hospital!
You can get tickets at ticketmaster.com.
Don't turn that dial, you're listening to Miss J *sassy snap* on HOT 98.9, the music you want, all day, everyday."
And then everyone applauded.
No, really. Everyone applauded.
I'm surprised I got through it. The first time I "sassy snapped," I could see the professor laughing hysterically through the glass. But I just rolled with it.
I stayed after with my friends to practice more.I feel like a real DJ when I'm in front of the mic. It's really fun.
While practicing I said something remarkably stupid.
"You're listening to 87.9, Las Vegas' classic music station.
You just heard Beethoven's symphony.
Would you like to win ticket's to Beethoven's conce...eeee...rr... wait."
There's no recovering from that.
I am learning recovery though.
"We'll be at Mood nightclub tonight for ladies night!
We'll be setting up at around 8 AM... well wait, 8 AM is too early for a nightclub!
We'll be there at 8 PM!"
Oh yeah, I'm smooth.
I have recordings of myself with music doing this, so maybe I can find a way to show you.
You're listening to Miss J on PerpetualBurnBlog.com, today's hottest blog from yesterday and today.
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13 comments:
oh my gosh... this post made me laugh soooooo hard!
It sounds like your having fun with that class and everyone needs a little fun so that's good!
lol sounds like a really fun class Miss J :P
P.S. - There is a beautiful award for you waiting on my blog.
VERY cool/fun!! **sassy snap** LOVE it!!
haha that's awesome.
You are learning a lot! And now you will get lots of *sassy snap*'s from people too!!
You forgot to add on that last sassy snap!
Hahaha! Love that Miss J. And your class sounds so cool!
Too Funny! I've always envied the DJ's! Seems like a cool job!
That class sounds so fun! Glad that you are enjoying it!
That is so cool! I love the picture of you in front of the mic too.
Luck Duck! I've always wanted to work in radio. Maybe someday. The only thing we've got here, though is a country station. *gags*
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