I Did it To Prove That I Could Do It And I Did it So I'm Done
Guess who got her article printed in the school newspaper?
OMG YOU GUYS, I ACTUALLY CAN WRITE NEWS.
They edited the CRAP out of it...they took out all my witty/insightful/INTERESTING POINTS and replaced them with these strange things called "facts" and "quotes" and "sources"...all kidding aside, I don't really mind. It made it to press, and I really only did the article because they needed extra writers, and I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it - AND I DID which is all I care about - even though I didn't like it...not one bit.
On the home front, my brother and I are talking again. The other night when I got back from my friends house, my brother left me a letter on my desk explaining how horrible and scared he felt about the whole ordeal and how I'm his hero and the fact that he hurt me and my folks is what is killing him the most. He called me his right arm because he couldn't picture his life without me just like he couldn't picture being without his right arm to play baseball, write, or anything. I cried like a baby, obviously, and we talked everything out.
After he explained the situation to me and what REALLY happened that night, I feel really sorry for him. He was actually picking up the shit because he felt awkward about not doing it with his "friends" because he wanted to start his senior year out right. His "friends" didn't want to get out of the car, so he volunteered to somehow make up for it...they told him they were picking up another kid and that they'd be right back at the house when the trade off was done. The moment they drove off and my brother made his way to the house, an undercover popped out from behind him and 6 squad cars zoomed from around the corner. The place was being staked the entire time and they took my brother in for an attempted purchasing. Later he learned that the other kids had a feeling the place was being staked, which is why none of them wanted to get out of the car. There wasn't even another kid they had to pick up, they just said that to get out of the area incase there were squad cars there.
Because he cooperated with the police and he didn't have anything on him, he wasn't "arrested" but brought in for questioning about the trade off. They bumped it down to violation, meaning it won't go on his record. What's going to hurt him is that his integrity was just thrown out because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time doing the wrong thing. He went back to school today, and he's dealing with the consequences of his actions with poise. Even though I wish none of this shit happened, I'm proud that he's handling it so maturely.
Been exchanging emails with the executive producer of The Daily Show in hopes of this internship working out....i got my fingers crossed! I hope it works out...god that would be such a good thing...and man do I need some good news after this stressful week ahaha
OMG YOU GUYS, I ACTUALLY CAN WRITE NEWS.
They edited the CRAP out of it...they took out all my witty/insightful/INTERESTING POINTS and replaced them with these strange things called "facts" and "quotes" and "sources"...all kidding aside, I don't really mind. It made it to press, and I really only did the article because they needed extra writers, and I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it - AND I DID which is all I care about - even though I didn't like it...not one bit.
On the home front, my brother and I are talking again. The other night when I got back from my friends house, my brother left me a letter on my desk explaining how horrible and scared he felt about the whole ordeal and how I'm his hero and the fact that he hurt me and my folks is what is killing him the most. He called me his right arm because he couldn't picture his life without me just like he couldn't picture being without his right arm to play baseball, write, or anything. I cried like a baby, obviously, and we talked everything out.
After he explained the situation to me and what REALLY happened that night, I feel really sorry for him. He was actually picking up the shit because he felt awkward about not doing it with his "friends" because he wanted to start his senior year out right. His "friends" didn't want to get out of the car, so he volunteered to somehow make up for it...they told him they were picking up another kid and that they'd be right back at the house when the trade off was done. The moment they drove off and my brother made his way to the house, an undercover popped out from behind him and 6 squad cars zoomed from around the corner. The place was being staked the entire time and they took my brother in for an attempted purchasing. Later he learned that the other kids had a feeling the place was being staked, which is why none of them wanted to get out of the car. There wasn't even another kid they had to pick up, they just said that to get out of the area incase there were squad cars there.
Because he cooperated with the police and he didn't have anything on him, he wasn't "arrested" but brought in for questioning about the trade off. They bumped it down to violation, meaning it won't go on his record. What's going to hurt him is that his integrity was just thrown out because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time doing the wrong thing. He went back to school today, and he's dealing with the consequences of his actions with poise. Even though I wish none of this shit happened, I'm proud that he's handling it so maturely.
Been exchanging emails with the executive producer of The Daily Show in hopes of this internship working out....i got my fingers crossed! I hope it works out...god that would be such a good thing...and man do I need some good news after this stressful week ahaha