Your neighbors/suite mates/dungeon mates (how do I love thee, Grad Center? Let me count the ways) have a had a typical day. Classes were difficult, but now they’re relaxing a bit in the late afternoon. Suddenly, though, your clumsily strummed chords pollute the air with acoustic tomfoolery. Em7. G. Dsus4. A7sus4.The sequence chills their blood. “And maaaybeeeee, you’re gonna be the one that saaaves-”
You’re a monster.
College is a time for self-improvement. I get that. But there are better ways to improve yourself than playing Oasis on an acoustic guitar for the dubious benefit of your neighbors.
Everyone teaches themselves guitar. Why not teach yourself something else? Like the xylophone, or the bagpipes? Why not be a drummer? I hear they’re pretty cool, even given the risk of tinnitus. Brown is supposed to be a unique campus full of free spirits, so let’s not fall into acoustic serenade stereotypes.