I was a high school math teacher for 17 years.
I used to wonder who of my students, if anyone, would become famous.
I would wonder things like if I had taught someone like Brittney Spears would I be able to hit her up for free tickets or maybe Jimmy Falon or even Aaron Rogers if they were old students of mine. Could I visit with them? I was well liked by most of my students and was an important part of their teen years but would that change and would they still like me or would they just blow me off.
Stupid, I know.
I don’t know why I wondered these things – I just did.
So now suddenly, one of my students is world famous.
He’s talked about on TV every day and night. I see him blogged about, written about, pictures, opinions and endless drivel. His picture is right there at the grocery store checkout counter along with Brad and Angolina and all the latest divas.
He’s beyond your run-of-the-mill famous. This is no flash in the pan.
I taught Darren Wilson.
Who (?) you say.
Darren is the policeman that shot Micheal Brown in Ferguson Missouri.
He was a good kid.
I’m not going to hit him up for any tickets.