So in class today, our professor was reviewing some key signature recognition skills. He quickly revealed a flashcard to the class with a key signature drawn on it.
"Mr. Noah, what is this key?" he asked the boy in the back of the class.
The kid focused intently on the question, reviewing possible answers in his head until he finally decided on what he felt like was an appropriate response:
Seven. The key of seven. The class burst into laughter as my hand slammed into my face in pity for the poor guy. If you ask me, that's the most depressing thing I've heard all day. The person was obviously caught off-gaurd, so even if we were in the advanced class, I think it wouldn't be that much of a mistake.
"Noah," the teacher responded after he was through with his own bout of laughter. "Crack kills."