SNAKES ALL UP IN IT
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wickedfleaSnakes send students from county school
I really get a kick out of this for some reason. I went to city rather than county schools, so I never had the pleasure of dodging snakes at East Oktibbeha. But the superintendent quoted in the story, Walt "The Dick" Conley, was assistant principal at Starkville High School when I went there. He's a MAJOR dumbass. I remember at the beginning of one school year he made a big deal of the inclemate weather policy. For several days he announced on the intercom, "All students must stay outside the building before the first bell in the morning unless there is inclemate weather, in which case students may go into the gymnasium to wait for the first bell." Sure enough, first rainy day, there's a sign up on the front doors: "INCLEMATE WEATHER." Gee, thanks, Walt the Dick--it's good to know that you don't think we know enough to come in out of the rain. I can just see him telling the secretary to make the sign. "Marianne, make me an 'inclemate weather' sign. Use that red Sharpie I like so much." I would give anything to know if he posted a sign on the front door of East Oktibbeha when this happened. "SNAKES ALL UP IN IT." And it kills me that he told parents to pay attention to local media outlets for news about when students can return to school. Just think, there's now a section of North-Mississippi newscasts devoted to SNAKE CLOSINGS. Incredible.
Maybe when I'm down there next week I'll start a witchhunt. I'll call the newspaper and TV stations and tell them that this rash of snake infestations is due to Satan's influence in our schools. And I'll blame it all on Walt the Dick.
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This week I've been listening to the Gourds' version of "Gin and Juice" a lot in the car. I thought I'd gotten some good reactions with some of my other music, but the stares I've drawn from this have been the BEST. A few minutes ago I was making the block to move my car into the lot by the building and had the song going full blast at the stop light. I was watching the girl next to me sit there with absolutely no reaction until the chorus came around, when she got this huge grin of recognition and started pointing at me and laughing like a motherfucker. So of course I started laughing right along with her. And yesterday I was down at Broadway when this white guy with a big afro stopped on the sidewalk as he was turning the corner and stared at me with his mouth wide open. Then he started walking again, stopped, and started walking back toward me like he couldn't believe what was happening. I gave him the thumbs-up and stepped on the gas. I had no time to loiter; I was late for an appointment to mobb with the Dogg Pound.
I really get a kick out of this for some reason. I went to city rather than county schools, so I never had the pleasure of dodging snakes at East Oktibbeha. But the superintendent quoted in the story, Walt "The Dick" Conley, was assistant principal at Starkville High School when I went there. He's a MAJOR dumbass. I remember at the beginning of one school year he made a big deal of the inclemate weather policy. For several days he announced on the intercom, "All students must stay outside the building before the first bell in the morning unless there is inclemate weather, in which case students may go into the gymnasium to wait for the first bell." Sure enough, first rainy day, there's a sign up on the front doors: "INCLEMATE WEATHER." Gee, thanks, Walt the Dick--it's good to know that you don't think we know enough to come in out of the rain. I can just see him telling the secretary to make the sign. "Marianne, make me an 'inclemate weather' sign. Use that red Sharpie I like so much." I would give anything to know if he posted a sign on the front door of East Oktibbeha when this happened. "SNAKES ALL UP IN IT." And it kills me that he told parents to pay attention to local media outlets for news about when students can return to school. Just think, there's now a section of North-Mississippi newscasts devoted to SNAKE CLOSINGS. Incredible.
Maybe when I'm down there next week I'll start a witchhunt. I'll call the newspaper and TV stations and tell them that this rash of snake infestations is due to Satan's influence in our schools. And I'll blame it all on Walt the Dick.
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This week I've been listening to the Gourds' version of "Gin and Juice" a lot in the car. I thought I'd gotten some good reactions with some of my other music, but the stares I've drawn from this have been the BEST. A few minutes ago I was making the block to move my car into the lot by the building and had the song going full blast at the stop light. I was watching the girl next to me sit there with absolutely no reaction until the chorus came around, when she got this huge grin of recognition and started pointing at me and laughing like a motherfucker. So of course I started laughing right along with her. And yesterday I was down at Broadway when this white guy with a big afro stopped on the sidewalk as he was turning the corner and stared at me with his mouth wide open. Then he started walking again, stopped, and started walking back toward me like he couldn't believe what was happening. I gave him the thumbs-up and stepped on the gas. I had no time to loiter; I was late for an appointment to mobb with the Dogg Pound.
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Date: 2003-09-18 03:31 pm (UTC)