Post by Anton Lorenz on Jul 5, 2007 12:39:17 GMT -8
"So, what do you kids think of the way things are going in today's society?"
The teacher in charge of social science today was currently unaware that he'd be the subject of what happens when one felt oppressed & wished to do something about it to solve the problem. However, he was merely concerned with hearing his class's opinions & thoughts on the topic of government affairs & national civil acts & the like. The only problem was, you can't exactly be one to ask opinions when you're a hardcore patriot, holding several American flags in your room, be a proud, almost aggressive conservative & expect pleasing results. Such was the case.
One hand was raised near the back.
"Hm. Yes, Ms. Migley?"
"Well, every government has its faults, but we're working on it, right? I mean, our president would tell us when things are doing good & when it's doing bad. That's how we know what's going on abroad, right?"
"That's a nice observation. I like it, & I agree. We may have a couple of things we could work on, but we're generally living in a decent day & age."
...This is annoyin'. Another hand was raised in the back, near one of the corners---the hand was gloved, but raised high. Heck, even the fingers were wiggling for attention.
"Yes, Mr. Lorenz?"
*ahem*
"Aight, this is how I see it." Anton would stand as he spoke, to make sure he was heard; this little speech he had in his mind required his full vocal extent. "Okay, yeah. We live in a pretty wealthy nation, but at the same time, we don't. It looks good on the outside. That's why we get immigrants breakin' in like gangbustas. They expect streets to be paved in gold & jobs that'd make 'em rich compared to what they had befo'. But instead of gettin' 'America', well...they got America."
Anton would stop, almost cock an eyebrow in response to the one his teacher cocked, but resumed shortly after. He didn't originally want to speak until the blind patriotism started; now, he'd make sure that he spoke his mind. Who says freshmen can't be politically inclined?
"Like, we got bustlin' cities & all that. That's the pretty side of it. Then there's the side that the people in gated communities & penthouses don't see---Long Beach is a damn warzone for Bloods & Crips. In San Francisco, you go to some neighborhoods & every other street got a set that wants to run up on other sets & let thangs pop off. And its always the grimy 'hoods, which get promised all these programs to help the situation. 10% of the money goes to the 'hood. The other 90...heh. That goes into camo, ammo, the straps that carry the ammo & tanks & all dat to carry 'round the shooters in some country where we don't even know what we fightin' for no more!"
"Now, now. Settle down, Anton. Yes, the quote-unquote 'hood' is having some problems, but don't you think that their issues are at least somewhat self-inflicted? And furthermore, give me one example of our money going to a war that we don't know anything about. Because frankly, the last time I checked, we were fighting terrorism."
"Yeah, the government didn't make no Crip. They shol' didn't do nothin' to end it, though! And on top of that, last time I checked, it's a bigass hole in the middle of New York 'cause of the country that we LEFT, to go fight ANOTHER country! And what's worse, the feds gave 5 times mo' effort in fightin' this country than when we was in Afghanistan!"
Anton was aware that kids were staring. He doubted he was being ridiculed by the whole class; he was sure he gave a substantial argument, & at least some of them supported his thoughts as intelligent ones. The teacher, however, felt differently. And this would cause him to make one MAJOR mistake.
"Oh, Mr. Lorenz. I hate to burst your 'fight the power' tirade, considering your...err, roots. In the end, we DO live in a society where we're generally doing good, & we're becoming a source of brightness in the world. Again, I'm sure you can't understand that right---"
Well, there's that major mistake, & now Anton was up in front of the class, fists clenched, jaw tightened, now standing eye-to-eye, a lone freshman in a sophomore class, now royally pissed. "Wait, what the FUCK was that 'chu said? My ROOTS? Nigga, don't play no BULLshit like dat, errybody know you wanted to say just 'cause I'm damn BLACK dat I don't know shit! YOU the ignant muhhfucka here, spittin' BS like errythang's aight in the world! How damn NAIVE can you get!? And when I wanna have a debate, you get PERSONAL!? Aight, we can get personal! Just don't be mad when I got BAD on yo ass like 5-month old milk! Now, say some mo' bullshit again, I dare you! See what happens!"
Anton didn't notice the tazer the teacher was holding until it raised about an inch to the bridge of his nose. The freshman didn't back down, but he knew the tides had changed in this potential student-teacher scuffle. "Now, look here, you little shit. My teacher's licence? Yeah, that licence is my 'get away with anything I want' card. It means that if fuckers like you have something to say, nobody fucking cares, 'cause I'm the one with the fucking degree & the fucking paycheck. Now...sit your ass down before you come to school next week in a wheelchair."
Anton, in any case, had shown every intent now to strike. He had almost forgotten the weapon in front of him, but the class didn't; some were willing to instigate the situation, some hoped that this devilish teacher went down hard, & others simply wished that Anton would wise up, take his seat, & not risk being put in a dangerous situation. However, the student, now biting his bottom lip, his fists tightening even more, apparently looked like he was going to take his chances.
The teacher in charge of social science today was currently unaware that he'd be the subject of what happens when one felt oppressed & wished to do something about it to solve the problem. However, he was merely concerned with hearing his class's opinions & thoughts on the topic of government affairs & national civil acts & the like. The only problem was, you can't exactly be one to ask opinions when you're a hardcore patriot, holding several American flags in your room, be a proud, almost aggressive conservative & expect pleasing results. Such was the case.
One hand was raised near the back.
"Hm. Yes, Ms. Migley?"
"Well, every government has its faults, but we're working on it, right? I mean, our president would tell us when things are doing good & when it's doing bad. That's how we know what's going on abroad, right?"
"That's a nice observation. I like it, & I agree. We may have a couple of things we could work on, but we're generally living in a decent day & age."
...This is annoyin'. Another hand was raised in the back, near one of the corners---the hand was gloved, but raised high. Heck, even the fingers were wiggling for attention.
"Yes, Mr. Lorenz?"
*ahem*
"Aight, this is how I see it." Anton would stand as he spoke, to make sure he was heard; this little speech he had in his mind required his full vocal extent. "Okay, yeah. We live in a pretty wealthy nation, but at the same time, we don't. It looks good on the outside. That's why we get immigrants breakin' in like gangbustas. They expect streets to be paved in gold & jobs that'd make 'em rich compared to what they had befo'. But instead of gettin' 'America', well...they got America."
Anton would stop, almost cock an eyebrow in response to the one his teacher cocked, but resumed shortly after. He didn't originally want to speak until the blind patriotism started; now, he'd make sure that he spoke his mind. Who says freshmen can't be politically inclined?
"Like, we got bustlin' cities & all that. That's the pretty side of it. Then there's the side that the people in gated communities & penthouses don't see---Long Beach is a damn warzone for Bloods & Crips. In San Francisco, you go to some neighborhoods & every other street got a set that wants to run up on other sets & let thangs pop off. And its always the grimy 'hoods, which get promised all these programs to help the situation. 10% of the money goes to the 'hood. The other 90...heh. That goes into camo, ammo, the straps that carry the ammo & tanks & all dat to carry 'round the shooters in some country where we don't even know what we fightin' for no more!"
"Now, now. Settle down, Anton. Yes, the quote-unquote 'hood' is having some problems, but don't you think that their issues are at least somewhat self-inflicted? And furthermore, give me one example of our money going to a war that we don't know anything about. Because frankly, the last time I checked, we were fighting terrorism."
"Yeah, the government didn't make no Crip. They shol' didn't do nothin' to end it, though! And on top of that, last time I checked, it's a bigass hole in the middle of New York 'cause of the country that we LEFT, to go fight ANOTHER country! And what's worse, the feds gave 5 times mo' effort in fightin' this country than when we was in Afghanistan!"
Anton was aware that kids were staring. He doubted he was being ridiculed by the whole class; he was sure he gave a substantial argument, & at least some of them supported his thoughts as intelligent ones. The teacher, however, felt differently. And this would cause him to make one MAJOR mistake.
"Oh, Mr. Lorenz. I hate to burst your 'fight the power' tirade, considering your...err, roots. In the end, we DO live in a society where we're generally doing good, & we're becoming a source of brightness in the world. Again, I'm sure you can't understand that right---"
Well, there's that major mistake, & now Anton was up in front of the class, fists clenched, jaw tightened, now standing eye-to-eye, a lone freshman in a sophomore class, now royally pissed. "Wait, what the FUCK was that 'chu said? My ROOTS? Nigga, don't play no BULLshit like dat, errybody know you wanted to say just 'cause I'm damn BLACK dat I don't know shit! YOU the ignant muhhfucka here, spittin' BS like errythang's aight in the world! How damn NAIVE can you get!? And when I wanna have a debate, you get PERSONAL!? Aight, we can get personal! Just don't be mad when I got BAD on yo ass like 5-month old milk! Now, say some mo' bullshit again, I dare you! See what happens!"
Anton didn't notice the tazer the teacher was holding until it raised about an inch to the bridge of his nose. The freshman didn't back down, but he knew the tides had changed in this potential student-teacher scuffle. "Now, look here, you little shit. My teacher's licence? Yeah, that licence is my 'get away with anything I want' card. It means that if fuckers like you have something to say, nobody fucking cares, 'cause I'm the one with the fucking degree & the fucking paycheck. Now...sit your ass down before you come to school next week in a wheelchair."
Anton, in any case, had shown every intent now to strike. He had almost forgotten the weapon in front of him, but the class didn't; some were willing to instigate the situation, some hoped that this devilish teacher went down hard, & others simply wished that Anton would wise up, take his seat, & not risk being put in a dangerous situation. However, the student, now biting his bottom lip, his fists tightening even more, apparently looked like he was going to take his chances.
