Thursday, February 22, 2018
Dropping a Mixtape
Apparently I've never written about Earvin before. Funny. He's been a thorn in my side for a while. I guess he's not done anything blog-worthy until now.
It was week two in the English 12 classes at the continuation high school. Third period was journalism. (Read: the kids that write the school paper.) Ms. M had dropped Earvin from the class before she retired to make things easier for me, but the counselor put him back in.
Earvin is one of those students who has no concept of proper behavior. Oh, he pays lip service to it, but when I actually want him to sit down and let me start class, he'll "do it in a minute". He just needs to finish whatever he's talking about right then. And that something is rarely, if ever, classroom appropriate.
On this day, Earvin was all about the rap song he had just released into the world.
He had to play it for everybody. Repeatedly.
And no matter how much I protested that it was inappropriate for school and that we had classwork to do, Earvin needed "just a minute" to "finish up".
Oh, the class was so enthusiastic about the song. They're sure he's going to be famous. And they told him how brilliant it was.
Personally, I thought the song was profanity-laced, misogynistic, violent, and rude. Of course, I'm not into rap music, and when every other word is either an f-bomb or that n-one, I'm left totally cold.
But Earvin was so proud. And he had to promote it. He needed a credit card. He asked me if he could use mine.
And then he was shocked that I wouldn't let him use it. (He only needed $5, and he was going to give me the cash.)
Some students are just so clueless...
Earvin seems to think I like him. I have no idea what gave him that impression.