the "your senior yearbook is in my hands" post
Are you scared? Right now, you're busy in class, trying to get noticed, trying to grasp a tiny glimmer of fame, to get your name out there in the crowd as a "Who's Who" in Mansfield High School. You want to get your yearbook, and find your mugshot on every club page, every "candid" ( yea fucking right you fixed your makeup 3 times before I "caught you in action" with my camera ) photo, and have your name appear in some of the text, giving you the credit you so deserve. And what am I doing, in my 3rd block yearbook class? Am I scanning through the 2.3 million thumbnails of digital pics, hoping to find your shining face to stick on my spread? Am I researching what German Club REALLY did during their meetings and activites? Fuck no. I'm on livejournal, wasting my time, and yours alike. Why? Because I'm a procrastinator. I'll wait until the last possible minute before deadline, skim through a bunch of pictures someone else took, and put the first un-fuzzy pics I see on the spread. Why? Because I don't care. You only look for your face, and what you know you were a part of. We spend SO much of our time in herer trying to " pull a story" out of our asses, to make you happy, and Jim Bob is gonna come up the day of yearbook distribution and bitch about not having a picture in the people pages.
"Well, Jim Bob, did you go to picture day?"
"No"
"Then what the fuck do you want me to do about it, draw a smiley face in your name place?"
And truth be told, my blood, sweat, and tears go to CD-Rom, because that's MY baby. That's my work of art. So if you want to cry to me about how you're only on 2 pages in the yearbook, I'll gladly name off a handful of people who don't exist as far as the yearbook is concerned.
Scanning the room, Nick is next to me playing Alchemy on our extremely fine-tuned yearbook-making-makers, and waiting for his glue to dry. Really, he is. He even said " not yet, Matey" to me a second ago. He has lost his marbles. Alisha is looking for her senior prom dress on the row in front of me. Jeremy is next to her....I assume playing alchemy or ssome form of computer-golf. Woah....Jennifer is on her spread, but she's a newcomer. Damn overachiever. Everyone else is either sleeping in the Newspaper office, gossipping in the Yearbook office, or laughing in Mrs. Watson's office.
Go Mansfield.Home of the tigers.
Disclaimer: We're not really that impersonal. We really do bust our asses to make the yearbook "pretty" for you guys...but damn we get tired of the catty bullshit you guys come up with at the end of the year. So what if the page number is wrong. You're not on it! Quit bitching!
Funniest YB mistake I've seen: In the back of last year's yearbook, group shots were lined along the edges of the "Name Index" pages. In place of the Debate Team picture, was the Boys JV Basketball group shot, all holding basketballs and clad in shiny gold uniforms. Shoot 2, debate.
"Well, Jim Bob, did you go to picture day?"
"No"
"Then what the fuck do you want me to do about it, draw a smiley face in your name place?"
And truth be told, my blood, sweat, and tears go to CD-Rom, because that's MY baby. That's my work of art. So if you want to cry to me about how you're only on 2 pages in the yearbook, I'll gladly name off a handful of people who don't exist as far as the yearbook is concerned.
Scanning the room, Nick is next to me playing Alchemy on our extremely fine-tuned yearbook-making-makers, and waiting for his glue to dry. Really, he is. He even said " not yet, Matey" to me a second ago. He has lost his marbles. Alisha is looking for her senior prom dress on the row in front of me. Jeremy is next to her....I assume playing alchemy or ssome form of computer-golf. Woah....Jennifer is on her spread, but she's a newcomer. Damn overachiever. Everyone else is either sleeping in the Newspaper office, gossipping in the Yearbook office, or laughing in Mrs. Watson's office.
Go Mansfield.Home of the tigers.
Disclaimer: We're not really that impersonal. We really do bust our asses to make the yearbook "pretty" for you guys...but damn we get tired of the catty bullshit you guys come up with at the end of the year. So what if the page number is wrong. You're not on it! Quit bitching!
Funniest YB mistake I've seen: In the back of last year's yearbook, group shots were lined along the edges of the "Name Index" pages. In place of the Debate Team picture, was the Boys JV Basketball group shot, all holding basketballs and clad in shiny gold uniforms. Shoot 2, debate.