Shlock Jocks

One of my acquaintances from school is now a radio DJ for this Clear Channel radio station that sounds like any other Clear Channel rock station. When I was in elementary school he'd pester me with his big mouth and he once pushed me in high school because I made fun of his stupid laugh. So now I'm talking about the French Revolution and he's making fart jokes on the air. He's like Nelson and I'm like an underachieving Martin. His platform is so much bigger than mine and I think I'm angry about that.

I try to discuss genocide, religion, and culture. I'm holding up a mirror of our past to fifteen year old children literally dying to get away from thought. But my students really, really, really can be funnier than any Clear Channel DJ I've ever heard. Especially the guy I'm talking about...I wouldn't dare put the link up to "Listen Live"- you have better things to do than that.

I'll tell you one story from my students though :) Last year I had a period with only one "White" student. We'll call him Gonzalez and he looked nothing like me but the students one day were laughing hysterically because they had decided he was my unacknowledged son. I had to laugh a little because he really didn't look anything like me.

Anyways, later in the week there was more laughter surrounding Gonzalez and his broken arm. His arm in a cast, the first thing he announced to the class was that he broke it falling off his bike. Later on in the "lecture" (words just aren't always that precise- I need to invent a word for a lecture interspersed with 50% interruptions) a girl, we'll call her Lashunda, politely raised her hand and said that he wasn't being truthful about how he hurt his arm.

Why I inquired further is beyond me, but I asked, "How did he hurt his arm?"

Looking very dignified, she sat up in her chair and said, "He didn't fall off his bike. He was masturbating the whole night."

I couldn't hold back my laughter. Lol, when I started laughing the whole class went crazy laughing. Everyone except one teenager in a sling who sat there red-faced.

At the end of the day he came to my desk and said he really did fall of his bike and he could bring in friends to back up his story. LOL, like I wanted to call witnesses.

Still, I shouldn't have laughed. And I shouldn't be jealous of a Clear Channel radio station DJ reaching more people than I do at school. But I'll work on that :) Besides at the end of the year, Gonzalez came up to my desk without a sling and told me I was a great teacher. How often do you tell that to Clear Channel DJs?