in the first grade, we got a new music teacher partway through the year. in contrast to the original teacher, her replacement was very young and at the start of her career. instead of just songs out of a twenty-year-old book, our new teacher would teach us current pop songs she hand-wrote onto mimeographed hand-outs.
we were so damn amped; you do not fully understand the meaning of “the eye of the tiger” until you and a whole classroom full of six- and seven-year-olds are screaming it at the top of their lungs.
