The Campbellator strikes
Ahhh, I'm very angry right now. I wish I wrote this earlier because I was even angrier then. It's somewhat of a joke to me now, but still upsetting at the same time.
I was kicked out of the Link Crew Patriot Camp (aka freshman orientation)...twice…by the BITCH Mrs. Campbell. Like Campbell’s soup except she isn’t mmm mmm good.
I was taking pictures for the newspaper when she came up to me and said “Kim, you don’t have to take pictures, we have photographers, take a load off, enjoy your summer, and go home!” <--- Pretending to be nice as if she was looking out for me or something. I said, but Mrs. Campbell, I don’t mind being here, I want to take pictures for the newspaper. Then she said, seriously Kim, we don’t need you here, I made arrangements with Mr. Thomason to give him pictures. Newsflash: Mr. T is not in charge of the newspaper anymore, he does yearbook, and therefore his pictures won’t do me any good.
She finally brought out her final argument. Kim, since we already have photographers here, I want them to feel like they are in charge and like their job is important. That’s bullshit! Guess who the photographers are? Michelle and Nooshin! Two of my best friends. They know their job is bullshit, they’ve told me before…”It’s so stupid, we have like 10 positions in Link Crew this year.
So, since she has a serious tone, I decided I better leave. I was very pissed off though so I went to my car and called my mom. Then I sat in my car and cried for a while. Mostly because I just got back from a journalism workshop where they taught me my rights as a student journalist. Now that I am back, the very first school event that I tried to cover, I find out that my rights don’t matter. I find out they are complete bullshit, and nobody cares.
I started to drive home and something compelled me to turn around. I’m not sure why, part of me wanted to go back and tell Mrs. Campbell off. I had thought of some things to say that I wasn’t able to convey to her in that moment that she was talking to me. I was partly hoping that Emily Sernaker was on the tennis court and that I could go cry to her.
I drove around the back side of school and saw some people by the tennis courts, so I parked on Park Ridge and walked down. I found out that it was one of the freshmen groups sitting there (because Mrs. Campbell organized this poorly and didn’t get access to enough classrooms for all of the kids) so I asked to take pictures of them. I got some good pictures and met one freshman who is going to be in journalism next year.
I went to some of the classrooms and took pictures in there. Then, everyone went out for a break. I walked out to the quad area and saw my wonderful friend Lauren! I was very excited, but dodging evil looks from the Campbellator at the same time. As Lauren went into the gym, right past Mrs. Campbell, I attempted to escape. I hid in a circle with some other freshmen. But alas, my red hair gave me away and Mrs. Campbell was on a mission, a combination which can only mean disaster.
She said, “Kim, I need to talk to you.” Then she walked me over and talked to me about how I was undermining her authority as an advisor to come back after she had asked me to leave. This time I got brave and told her that as a student journalist I had a right to be there. She said, “I don’t understand,” and then went back into her speech, saying she would have to take up this issue with my advisor. Fuck you Mrs. Campbell!
So, I got kicked out twice. Getting myself into trouble before school even starts.
I think I'll use this one
I was kicked out of the Link Crew Patriot Camp (aka freshman orientation)...twice…by the BITCH Mrs. Campbell. Like Campbell’s soup except she isn’t mmm mmm good.
I was taking pictures for the newspaper when she came up to me and said “Kim, you don’t have to take pictures, we have photographers, take a load off, enjoy your summer, and go home!” <--- Pretending to be nice as if she was looking out for me or something. I said, but Mrs. Campbell, I don’t mind being here, I want to take pictures for the newspaper. Then she said, seriously Kim, we don’t need you here, I made arrangements with Mr. Thomason to give him pictures. Newsflash: Mr. T is not in charge of the newspaper anymore, he does yearbook, and therefore his pictures won’t do me any good.
She finally brought out her final argument. Kim, since we already have photographers here, I want them to feel like they are in charge and like their job is important. That’s bullshit! Guess who the photographers are? Michelle and Nooshin! Two of my best friends. They know their job is bullshit, they’ve told me before…”It’s so stupid, we have like 10 positions in Link Crew this year.
So, since she has a serious tone, I decided I better leave. I was very pissed off though so I went to my car and called my mom. Then I sat in my car and cried for a while. Mostly because I just got back from a journalism workshop where they taught me my rights as a student journalist. Now that I am back, the very first school event that I tried to cover, I find out that my rights don’t matter. I find out they are complete bullshit, and nobody cares.
I started to drive home and something compelled me to turn around. I’m not sure why, part of me wanted to go back and tell Mrs. Campbell off. I had thought of some things to say that I wasn’t able to convey to her in that moment that she was talking to me. I was partly hoping that Emily Sernaker was on the tennis court and that I could go cry to her.
I drove around the back side of school and saw some people by the tennis courts, so I parked on Park Ridge and walked down. I found out that it was one of the freshmen groups sitting there (because Mrs. Campbell organized this poorly and didn’t get access to enough classrooms for all of the kids) so I asked to take pictures of them. I got some good pictures and met one freshman who is going to be in journalism next year.
I went to some of the classrooms and took pictures in there. Then, everyone went out for a break. I walked out to the quad area and saw my wonderful friend Lauren! I was very excited, but dodging evil looks from the Campbellator at the same time. As Lauren went into the gym, right past Mrs. Campbell, I attempted to escape. I hid in a circle with some other freshmen. But alas, my red hair gave me away and Mrs. Campbell was on a mission, a combination which can only mean disaster.
She said, “Kim, I need to talk to you.” Then she walked me over and talked to me about how I was undermining her authority as an advisor to come back after she had asked me to leave. This time I got brave and told her that as a student journalist I had a right to be there. She said, “I don’t understand,” and then went back into her speech, saying she would have to take up this issue with my advisor. Fuck you Mrs. Campbell!
So, I got kicked out twice. Getting myself into trouble before school even starts.
I think I'll use this one