Playing With Fire
I submitted another story to ff.net today, and I'm not sure if I should have or not. My efforts ought to be focused on completing Annabelle, or creating the sequel to The Gang, but instead I'm making up even more. And my promise to myself was that I would finish every story that I post on fanfic, so I suppose I'll be busy.
I'm sure I've complained about my many pet peeves before, but here's another to add to the list: when people ignore me. As a person, but as a reporter too. Something I'm sure I'll have to get used to, but at a high school paper, you would expect the principal to be a bit more supportive. We are the best newspaper in the state, proven many times over, every single year at competition, and our writers are some of the finest. Now, I will grant my school this much--we enjoy much more freedom of the press than other high school publications, I'm sure. Our advisor will go to the ends of the earth to make sure that we are allowed to print what we want without censorship, and she's gotten herself in many sticky situations ensuring that freedom. I have no doubt that she would quit her job before she would let the principal or district dictate what we publish. So really, I've probably been very blessed. However, when I send e-mails, I expect them to be returned. I emailed my principal a few days ago and asked him about this whole controversy that had developed over the senior photos and some new rules that had been established. I made it very clear that I was not writing my opinion, only an informational article that would cover both sides of the issue equally, and asked him a few questions. I will tell you right now that when dealing with this administrator, you can never do a face-to-face interview. He is far too nervous for that kind of a thing--I think it would give him a heart attack. And he is paranoid of bad press. Any kind of coverage and he flips out. Of course, his fear also means that he tries to stay out of our business and let us print what we want, because he's far too afraid of the controversy we would no doubt bring on him if he ever tried to censor us. Anyway, but he never replied. And he talked to one of our reporters the other night at another school function. When she mentioned that she was from the paper, he was very clearly not impressed, and let out an audible "oh." However, he went on to mention that he had gotten an email from "one of your reporters" and had not responded because it was an issue that was blown out of proportion and word of mouth had made it seem like a much bigger deal than it was. In other words, he was saying it was not worth our time. Which is not, may I point out, what the district supervisor said when I emailed her. I suppose I'll have to learn with having people blow me off if I should decide to go into journalism, but I think that will be one of those things that will just forever irk me.
America's Next Top Model premieres tonight! I'm excited... I'm not sure why I'm so addicted to that show, but I really am. I suppose it has something to do with the general idea of it--modeling. I've always been semifascinated with the practice since my brief brush with it a few years back, and it doesn't hurt that my sister is drop dead gorgeous. I'm talking model-worthy, for sure. High cheekbones, sharp jaw, piercing eyes, the whole shebang (is that a word?). I've always tried to convince her to try for a spot in one season, but her main vice is her laziness. She doesn't really throw herself into anything, although she certainly has the talent to do whatever she wants to.
In the subject of obscure facts, I found out today that there was a gang in Oklahoma that tattood teardrops beneath their eyes, one for each person that they had killed. My journalism advisor had been on jury duty when some of the gang members were on trial and had discovered that, and it was brought up today when some of us were fawning over our newest addition to the staff and our resident punk's eyeshadow. She's always very creative with it--a few days ago she had cheetah print on her eyelids, and today she simply had two short black lines drawn just beneath the outermost corner of each eye. You would have had to have seen it, but it was very original and I loved it. Somehow, we switched from that to the teardrop fact .I just thought it was interesting, like their own way of showing grief, respect, or at least remembrance to their victims. Of course, I'm probably giving them far too much slack. Tattooing a tear drop on your face does not in any way lessen the violence of kiling somebody.
I believe I have a new obsession, and it is the picture drawer thing at Chuck E. Cheese. You know, where you use a token and sit down in the booth and "Chuck E. Cheese will sketch" your picture. I'm very fascinated with this, and must have at least ten little "drawings" of my sister and I, my brother and I, my mom and I, and so on and so forth, pushed into some part of my room. They're quite fun. You should try it sometime.
<3
Tiffany
I'm sure I've complained about my many pet peeves before, but here's another to add to the list: when people ignore me. As a person, but as a reporter too. Something I'm sure I'll have to get used to, but at a high school paper, you would expect the principal to be a bit more supportive. We are the best newspaper in the state, proven many times over, every single year at competition, and our writers are some of the finest. Now, I will grant my school this much--we enjoy much more freedom of the press than other high school publications, I'm sure. Our advisor will go to the ends of the earth to make sure that we are allowed to print what we want without censorship, and she's gotten herself in many sticky situations ensuring that freedom. I have no doubt that she would quit her job before she would let the principal or district dictate what we publish. So really, I've probably been very blessed. However, when I send e-mails, I expect them to be returned. I emailed my principal a few days ago and asked him about this whole controversy that had developed over the senior photos and some new rules that had been established. I made it very clear that I was not writing my opinion, only an informational article that would cover both sides of the issue equally, and asked him a few questions. I will tell you right now that when dealing with this administrator, you can never do a face-to-face interview. He is far too nervous for that kind of a thing--I think it would give him a heart attack. And he is paranoid of bad press. Any kind of coverage and he flips out. Of course, his fear also means that he tries to stay out of our business and let us print what we want, because he's far too afraid of the controversy we would no doubt bring on him if he ever tried to censor us. Anyway, but he never replied. And he talked to one of our reporters the other night at another school function. When she mentioned that she was from the paper, he was very clearly not impressed, and let out an audible "oh." However, he went on to mention that he had gotten an email from "one of your reporters" and had not responded because it was an issue that was blown out of proportion and word of mouth had made it seem like a much bigger deal than it was. In other words, he was saying it was not worth our time. Which is not, may I point out, what the district supervisor said when I emailed her. I suppose I'll have to learn with having people blow me off if I should decide to go into journalism, but I think that will be one of those things that will just forever irk me.
America's Next Top Model premieres tonight! I'm excited... I'm not sure why I'm so addicted to that show, but I really am. I suppose it has something to do with the general idea of it--modeling. I've always been semifascinated with the practice since my brief brush with it a few years back, and it doesn't hurt that my sister is drop dead gorgeous. I'm talking model-worthy, for sure. High cheekbones, sharp jaw, piercing eyes, the whole shebang (is that a word?). I've always tried to convince her to try for a spot in one season, but her main vice is her laziness. She doesn't really throw herself into anything, although she certainly has the talent to do whatever she wants to.
In the subject of obscure facts, I found out today that there was a gang in Oklahoma that tattood teardrops beneath their eyes, one for each person that they had killed. My journalism advisor had been on jury duty when some of the gang members were on trial and had discovered that, and it was brought up today when some of us were fawning over our newest addition to the staff and our resident punk's eyeshadow. She's always very creative with it--a few days ago she had cheetah print on her eyelids, and today she simply had two short black lines drawn just beneath the outermost corner of each eye. You would have had to have seen it, but it was very original and I loved it. Somehow, we switched from that to the teardrop fact .I just thought it was interesting, like their own way of showing grief, respect, or at least remembrance to their victims. Of course, I'm probably giving them far too much slack. Tattooing a tear drop on your face does not in any way lessen the violence of kiling somebody.
I believe I have a new obsession, and it is the picture drawer thing at Chuck E. Cheese. You know, where you use a token and sit down in the booth and "Chuck E. Cheese will sketch" your picture. I'm very fascinated with this, and must have at least ten little "drawings" of my sister and I, my brother and I, my mom and I, and so on and so forth, pushed into some part of my room. They're quite fun. You should try it sometime.
<3
Tiffany