It's the end of another bedraggling day at the school. I've got all my stuff in order, ready to go home and figure out how I'm going to either go on two dates or get out of the less beneficial one. On my way out of the building, I hear a parent going off....well, loudly describing her reaction to something she heard at a bible study at a local church. The next thing I hear is,
"Ya kno what dey wuz talkin' 'bout?" She points to me. "HIM!!"
...wow. Let me just say this:
I didn't know if I were about to lose my job or what.
I was standing there thinking that she had used me as a basic example of the discussion of gay people as a whole,...but she meant Steven Austin was eventually the topic of discussion at the bible study. So, I waited for her to finish. She told me she wanted to talk to me. So, I continued to wait...and listened. Basically, she was saying that one of MY students attended a bible study where the discussion was about how to identify gay people. (That was all I got. I'm sure we can imagine the subsequent discussion, and I'll bet....eternity that it was not a loving message.) This is apparently what goes on at Liveoak Baptist Church, conveniently on Flat Shoals Road in College Park...and if I knew the pastor's name, I'd tell you.
She told me that this student used me as an example of how you can tell "when you've got a gay." She told me that she would get the student's name, but I'm still kinda speechless... I'm not really sure what, if anything, I am supposed to, or should, do once I find out. The parent seemed to be more angry than I am. Although Jesus and I have quite a few similarities, let me just say this:
I did not sign up to be anybody's martyr.
I just want to come in to my menial job, on the days I am forced to, and begrudgingly teach my meandering sheep...otherwise known as my students...without discussion of who I am after 3pm. I guess I just feel like there are plenty of other things that are WAY more "damaging" in the presence of children than an attraction for the same sex. I had this problem when I taught at Lovejoy because the principal at the time was a big closet case, who somehow was under the impression that just because he hadn't told anyone...meant that no one knew. What an idiot! How you gonna let another grown-ass man (who drove his own car to work) drive your car to get you some lunch? What kinda gay shit is that?! ...but let me just say this:
Just because my voice may be a bit higher, or my grammar bit stronger, or my walk a bit fiercer, or my clothes a bit clingier (not tighter)...does NOT mean I'm in 119 teaching the kids how to vogue!
The parent told me that she would be sure to get the student's name. What do you think about what I just told you? I'll keep you updated!
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