"Father Charles goes down and ends battle "

"Battle ends and down goes charles’ father"

In case you didn’t notice when looking at the two phrases provided up above, these statements have the same exact words in them with just different wordings. Not only to they have the same phrases in them such as "battle" and "Charles", but the two phrases up above are also apart of western music. Western music is typically defined with notes that happen to be the first 7 words of the English alphabet. How the two phrases tie in with this is scales. In western music, or music commonly leading to thoughts of people such a Mozart and Bach, there are typically 8 notes in a scale.’

“Wait! Stop!" A student who had been previously fiddling with a pencil was now sitting up straight in their desk. Eyes wide with disbelief and cheeks slightly reddened by the gained audience the student continues, “Didn’t you just say the that there are seven notes in total?! How does that work?" A few chuckles sound throughout the classroom and the student who had asked the question lowered in their seat, embarrassed. 

The professor who had been sitting at his desk while the video had been playing cleared his throat loudly. Almost immediately, the students who had been previously laughing became quiet. Shifting in their seats awkwardly, they looked back up to the screen to pay attention. The professor nodded in approval before clicking the play button and the video continued as if it had dent been paused in the first place. 

‘A scale is a series of notes in order, the first note of the scale ends up being repeated as the top note. Some scales have regular notes making up the composition of the scale however, there are what we call sharp and flat notes in western music. The combination of sharp and flats as well as "regular" notes create different scales.’

‘The two phrases we started with are a way of showing the order of the flats and the sharps. The first phrases are for what we call the sharp scales, the second for the the flat scales.’

By the time the video had finished playing, most of the students being completely bored to death with western music left the room. Giving halfhearted goodbyes to the professor still sitting at his desk. As more and more people left, the room grew more and more quiet. After a while there was no sound but the ones from the shifting papers on his desk. 

Tiredly, the professor took off his glasses and rubbed gently at his eyes. Without his glasses covering his face, the dark circles seemed bigger. The professor put his glasses back on and gazed at the screen that still showed the end of the video, wondering silently to himself why he had left his home, his country to come and teach people about music. 

Almost instantly, the professor logically came up with answers such as opportunities and seeing new places, but as instantly as he came of with reasons for it,he also came up with reasons that where against it. The professor stared at the screen a few moments longer before deciding to head to his provided staff quarters. There was no need to stay for offices hours, in the professor’s mind. Ever since he had started to teach, barely anyone came to se him after class so why would they start now?

This was one of those few rare occurrences where the professor was wrong. After years of learning in classes and teaching his own classes, he had thought that he had finally figured out people and students but no. There is no such thing as one unified decision that everyone will make. All the professor needed to do was remember that. 

As the professor packed up his things into a beaten aged leather shoulder bag, a single knock rang out. The professor raised his head in time to see a student shyly standing by the door. Coincidentally the same student who had asked about the number of notes in a scale during the showing of the video. 

The professor raised an eyebrow at the student’s presence. "Can I help you?" The professor asked, unsure of what the response would be. He watched as the student worked up the courage to speak. He sighed to himself and set down the fully packet bag back onto his desk. 

"Well, I was wondering if I could learn more about western music?" The professor’s eyes widened. The student looked nervously at him. The professor remained in a state of shock. 

"I was also wondering if I could ask who Mozart is." At the mention of Mozart, the professor broke out of his shocked state and smiled. A genuine smile that hadn’t appeared on his face for a long time. Suddenly, the professor remembered, remembered why he starting teaching in the first place. 

It wasn’t for the opportunities or the scenery, it was so he could help other people learn. So other people could get the same opportunities he was able to get.