In the morning when we would do announcements we would have a
countdown to when the local feed would go out to all of the closed
circuit televisions when they were done playing that
faux-news-ad-show Chanel One. After we were done the tech guy was
supposed to cut the feed and call out 'clear' and then the audio and
video would only be on the local monitors again. One time after we
were done I said some swears over the still on PA system and was
given a mild trouble because it was just a hell-damn brand of swear
and not a bad one. I was on probation of sorts for all of the swears,
vulgarities, missed swears, innuendos and whatever else I had gotten
up to in the six weeks I had been on the air. So when the tech guy
called 'clear' I should have stacked up my notes and reviewed the
show and gone to class. What I did do was to come in really close to
the camera and start dancing in a sexually suggestive manner
including sexy bow-chika-bow-wow music I was making with my mouth. I
stripped off my shirt and started flexing my scrawny pecks, biceps,
and displaying my six-pack abs. You know, the glamor muscles? About
the time I had been engaged in my strip tease for about twenty
seconds, which I thought was just for my own goof-off on the
monitors, the tech kid told me it was still going out to the school.
Oh, poopstain, really? I grabbed another shirt than the one I
stripped out of and ran out the far door to the library and went and
sat in the middle of a group of underclass girls who were allegedly
doing some research but we more interested in talking about who the
guy with the great abs was on the tv. I resisted every one of my
teenage boy urges and told them I hadn't seen who it was and ducked
my head into a book when I saw the media teacher, the vice principal
and the principal march quite purposefully into the studio. They were
in there a bit and then came out looking for someone. I didn't offer
my services in helping them find whoever it was they had in mind to
corral. When they had gone I slipped out into the central quad and
then across and out the doors that were closest to the parking lot
and headed to somewhere else which is a very good place to be if you
are sought for questioning in an unfortunate case of electronic
misconfiguration which may or may not have lead to some CCTV male
topless strip dancing. I probably couldn't have helped them anyway.
I decided the rest of the day was probably a good amount of time to
spend at somewhere else and I was right because by the next morning
when I rolled into media class the heat had died down and I explained
that I had made a poor choice but had not intended wide distribution
f that material. All was forgiven but not forgotten.
