Newspaper columnists have had their say; film documentaries have offered their own scathing indictment. Now, its my turn. bbkaros very own attack on the American Media.
Back to work last week and in response to my principals Dr. Phil-plagiarized war against bullies, a local news correspondent showed up with a cameraman for some good old-fashioned human interest evening news filler.
My principal was conducting a workshop (all for the benefit of the story) in my classroom (good lighting and best set-up for the ideal shot; not because of the sweet dcor). I hung conspicuously in the background awaiting my promised on-air interview.
I was erudite; I was insightful. I batted buzzwords around like batting practice lobs and sung the praises of courageous, long-overdue programs that look to take a proactive approach to educating against the seedy, malignant world of the teenage rumor mill. I was having a great hair day.
My friend videotaped five successive newscasts, each broadcasting the story, and each one edited a little differently from the one prior.
In the cut aired for the final midnight broadcast (pushed back for Olympic coverage), I finally show up on camera. Two seconds 1.5 to be fair; we are newly-appreciative of the value of tenths of a second these days after all of me perched on my windowsill in the back of the room.
In mid-yawn.
That was it. Some retarded comments by my principal, the random students reaction, and an annoying voiced-over narrative by the reporter. No me.
My friend who taped the broadcasts laughed it off. Im not the ideal picture of a teacher, he says. Im not the kind of guy parents want to see in charge of their childs education. Mine is the face of a guy who gets offered nuggets and buds every time he walks down Haight, not the face of a guy who should be trying to hold down a responsible job where another persons well-being is in question.
Whatever.
The media decided I didnt fit the part, thereby denying me valuable face-time. I spewed off all that together-we-can bullshit for nothing.
I need to talk to my agent.
You didnt think this was actually going to have some kind of political angle, did you?
Back to work last week and in response to my principals Dr. Phil-plagiarized war against bullies, a local news correspondent showed up with a cameraman for some good old-fashioned human interest evening news filler.
My principal was conducting a workshop (all for the benefit of the story) in my classroom (good lighting and best set-up for the ideal shot; not because of the sweet dcor). I hung conspicuously in the background awaiting my promised on-air interview.
I was erudite; I was insightful. I batted buzzwords around like batting practice lobs and sung the praises of courageous, long-overdue programs that look to take a proactive approach to educating against the seedy, malignant world of the teenage rumor mill. I was having a great hair day.
My friend videotaped five successive newscasts, each broadcasting the story, and each one edited a little differently from the one prior.
In the cut aired for the final midnight broadcast (pushed back for Olympic coverage), I finally show up on camera. Two seconds 1.5 to be fair; we are newly-appreciative of the value of tenths of a second these days after all of me perched on my windowsill in the back of the room.
In mid-yawn.
That was it. Some retarded comments by my principal, the random students reaction, and an annoying voiced-over narrative by the reporter. No me.
My friend who taped the broadcasts laughed it off. Im not the ideal picture of a teacher, he says. Im not the kind of guy parents want to see in charge of their childs education. Mine is the face of a guy who gets offered nuggets and buds every time he walks down Haight, not the face of a guy who should be trying to hold down a responsible job where another persons well-being is in question.
Whatever.
The media decided I didnt fit the part, thereby denying me valuable face-time. I spewed off all that together-we-can bullshit for nothing.
I need to talk to my agent.
You didnt think this was actually going to have some kind of political angle, did you?
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I am highly dubious that you could ever be classified as a "scoundrel".
~cheers