Of the submissions from the “write a bad song” assignment, most did creative interesting things. Some even said they learned something. One woman transformed an old curse from an exboyfriend and took away it’s power. She felt unburdened which made me feel like maybe I fit the shoes of this job I’m doing. A couple were pissed off though, handed in hostile essays accompanied by painful audio cacophony as proof of bad song. All my life I’m leary of who has buttons pushed when all you’re asking for is to think a little sideways.