In my high school drama class, Mr. Z. asked a student to begin a scene nonverbally. A girl walked to the center of the stage, pretended to turn on the stereo, and started to rock out to the music. Mr. Z. then asked for a volunteer to walk into the scene and react nonverbally to what she was doing. I walked in, pretending to be her disapproving father who switched the music to a Classical station; I started conducting in time to the music, for good measure. Each of us kept running back to the stereo to change it to our preferred station.
In most classes, you're graded on your ability to solve math problems, write essays, retain the names and accomplishments of historical figures, or summarize lab experiments. It was refreshing to have one class, however, in which I could elicit an A by pretending to clash over a radio station. Not just any course gives you that chance.
