It was a sixth or seventh class, music lesson. The teacher gave us the task to bring the next time the text and, if possible, the recording of a favorite song. I do not remember what was the purpose of this action, but separately she stressed that no one will be defamed and the assessments will all get good, because the tastes are not disputed.

The girls brought mostly pop and songs from the playoffs of the series, the guys - who is a cowboy, who is the same pop, who is rap, who is rock. Everyone read the text of the song brought and whoever was able to find put a record. At the end of the lesson, the teacher announced that she expected the best from us, and we are all lighthearted (degenerated) children, listening (every bit) stupid songs about love and in general, who of us will grow up if we have been like this from childhood? The girl who brought the song to Tokio Hotel was declared a satanist (she also showed a poster with the band). The only one got two, the other three. The fifth was given to the guy who brought the song of Tsoy, because he is good and he listens to “right music.”



We were 12-13 years old. We learned that about tastes not only argue, but also punish for “wrong tastes.”