Performer: U2
Songwriters: The Edge, Bono, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen Jr.
Original Release: Zooropa
Year: 1993
Definitive Version: MTV Video Awards, 1993
The 1993 MTV Awards tried to
equal the epic 1992 version but couldn’t come close, although I loved the
performance of this song by “U2,” which was just The Edge in sunglasses on a
chair in the middle of the stage with the music piped in. It actually was kinda
cool.
I had the videotape rolling
that night, and this song found its way to a tape I was listening to a lot at
the end of 1993 when I hatched one of my most harebrained schemes. Actually,
that’s not entirely fair. It might have been a little harebrained, but it was
done with good intentions.
By this time, I had been
looking to leave the Journal for almost two years, and nothing was happening at
the newspapers I was targeting. I suppose I could’ve looked at a smaller paper,
but I didn’t want to take a step backwards at this point. But aside from
feeling trapped, I looked for other activities. The Journal had a nice benefit
in that it would compensate a large percentage of education expenses. I decided
after four years it was time to take it up on its generous offer.
I had given the odd thought
about becoming an English professor off and on since I saw Dead Poets Society.
I liked the academic setting, the idea of gaining further knowledge myself
and—particularly—the idea that I could spark enthusiasm to learn and make a
difference in ways that I never could by working at a newspaper.
UM-Flint was almost
literally right across the street from the Journal—I had been working out there
the past year—so I could attend classes either right after my work shift or in
the evening before class. It was too good to be true.
And it was. UM-Flint had
dozens of programs, but a masters in English with a doctorate track wasn’t one
of them. I’d have to go to Ann Arbor for that, and that was an hour’s drive.
On the other hand, Michigan
State was a little more than a half-hour away and less if I moved to the west
side of Genesee County, and it offered a doctorate program in English. OK, so
it would require a bit of travel and very careful scheduling, but it won’t cost
much, and besides, what better do I have to do with myself in the dead of
winter besides drink Jack Daniels and Labatt Ice while listening to bad karaoke
at the White Horse or play Nintendo?
It was an easy decision: I
decided to go for it. I contacted MSU and got together a list of the things I
would need to assemble for my application—transcripts, letters of
recommendation, personal essays (multiple ones). I was happy to see that my GRE
scores from seven years before when I went to Northwestern were still good.
Then I got an even more
brilliant idea: What about Ohio State? I could move home and go after my new
career goal. Two birds, one stone. Obviously, the finances would be an issue
there, but we could work that out at the appropriate time. When the hare brain
is working overtime, you just go with it.
What could possibly go
wrong? What indeed.
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