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Saturday, November 24, 2001 -
I've been trying to start a photography club at my school, and people have been asking me how it's going, so here's the full chronology as it stands right now.

  • I ask for a budget for my photo club from student council [they approved it, btw]

  • A journalist for the big school paper was on student council and was told to write about news going on in the school, so she choose my photo club.

  • I gave her a quick interview, talking about how we're still trying to get it started, and we need to meet requirements like be all inclusive... stuff like that.

  • I tell my "sponsor", or person who is [was now? we'll see ;)] willing to sponsor me about the article.

  • She gets a little frustrated at all of us, because she has to deal with irresponsible kids who don't know about journalistic integrity (neither the newspaper girl or myself thought to talk to Soo or Bowers, the head of the art department) and she also has to deal with a beurocratic administration, so... We make her migraines worse.

  • She tells me not to do anything, which pisses the hell outta me, cause a) I would like to be able to help out, to do things because I know she's busy too and I don't want to be too much of a hassle and b) it's no longer my project if I don't do anything. So...


That's THAT story... for the moment. I'll find out later what's happening. I came by when she told me to once, but she had class and couldn't talk. I ask her when... she says "not today." Grr. Whatcha goin do? ::shrugsshoulders::

np: Catch 22 [ I heard this city never sleeps ]




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