More substitute teaching goodness this past week. I was in a class, trying not to be obvious about texting with a friend (“Hmmm, no bars…) and overheard the following conversation, already in progress.
(**Wesley, Darius and Sarah are black. Ryan is a son of the soil, or a hillbilly. And yes, this actually happened.)
Sarah: That guy. Who said that stuff about the Rutgers girl’s basketball team.
Wesley: Don Imus? Called them nappy-headed hos.
Ryan: Well they are.
Ryan: I don’t know.
Darius: Alright man, that’s enough. We let you get away with all the nigger jokes, but that’s it.
Ryan: Nappy-headed isn’t racist.
Sarah: Yeah it is!
Ryan: No it’s not. What does nappy-headed even mean? Is it, like, your hair?
Sarah: Well… it’s kind of like, dirty, or… I don’t know. But he shouldn’t have said it.
Ryan: Well, maybe they are nappy.
Darius: Dude, I hope you go to jail and get raped by a black person.
Wesley: There are some big guys in jail.
Darius: All they do is work out.
Sarah: They lift weights all day.
Ryan: Man, no one’s going to rape me.
Darius: What are you going to do?
Ryan: Fight them.
Wesley: Fight them? Man, that’s like you fighting your little sister. Except you’re your little sister.
Needless to say, there was much lulz. It’s things like this that make my day that much more bearable.