Saturday, March 8, 2008

is america ready for that picture that pinko posted?




yesterday was the day of the junior semi-formal. by semi-formal, i assume the guys will be showing up in a tux and shorts, or in slacks and a white t-shirt. the teacher was getting on nolan to shave and cut his hair for the dance. i snuck in with "why don't you go for the military look?" they never dig my shit. the teacher was also bitching about a list of tunes the students had selected for the dance. "can't you guys write in english" she exclaimed after looking at a title that appeared to her to be gibberish. but then, i looked at it, and noticed that the title started with "yo." "this is probably spanish" i said, at which point she got quiet, and said "yeah, maybe it's spanish." at least, she's one of those white people that knows when they have been busted. but, that only works for a few seconds. another student is going to peru for a few weeks. this made her angry that he would go to "puerto rico" in the middle of the school year, and she thought this demonstrated "their" lack of appreciation for the importance of education. well, i guess all those "so called latin american" coutries are alike. perhaps a certain teacher didn't realize the value of geography. i feel the need to repeat that i am probably working for one of the better teachers in special ed, one that is popular with the students. what a sad commentary.

back to the dance. bullshit. kids getting dressed up. students renting limos. 55 bucks to go. girls describing their dresses, telling all how great they are going to look. you wouldn't know a war was going on. you wouldn't know people are starving. you know, i'm kind of tired of kids. they are the same as the others. judging by appearances, comparing clothing, shit multiplied by shit. fuck them too. who among them selected sinatra to be played. who among them has even heard of him? i repeat, fuck them. they are mindless followers, trapped in a sick society that they will do nothing to alter. who among them will say "leave him alone. if he wants to wear his hair like that, let him." who among them will say "55 bucks for a dance? damn, i could turn the radio on and start moving my body for free." not a one of them. if they don't go, it will be because they don't have a date. no statements will be made, nothing profound will be spoken. they are lackluster adults in waiting.

lucky me. i get to a view an integral part of the transition.

so listen, mr dj, keep those records playing
especially if the lyrics are in spanish

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