July 19th
5:26 PM
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I think one of the instructors just walked in with his twin?????

We have to turn in our ladder and portfolio tonight and I honestly think one of my section spreads or my division spread should win an award tomorrow morning. They probably won’t, but I worked really, really hard. And my folio is flawless. Actually flawless. I’m not saying this as though the rest of the staff here wasn’t helping, because especially today they were very helpful, especially helping Mr. P put the ladder together, but I did the whole portfolio mostly by myself. I put together the cover, endsheets, title and parting pages, opening and closing, divisions, football spread, and one of the science spreads, and the only thing I got help on was having Owen draw the mods he put together into the football spread. I wrote all these grossly detailed notes in the margins, too. I’m alone in the conference room after being alone finally finishing it all in my hotel room for the past two and a half hours, and Mr. P is meeting me in five minutes to go over what I finished and the ladder. He and his wife, Owen, and Courtney are leaving at some point to go to dinner and to see Batman at midnight. They offered for everyone to go, to both, but I’m saving my money, and honestly don’t care about Batman. Instead, I’m going to stay here and fill in pages from the ladder and put spread designs onto YB Ave, and maybe draw some more spreads, and try and create the folio. 

I just overheard the original-instructor-I-was-talking-about-with-the-twin’s wife, who is one of our other three instructors, complaining about how kids pay $500 to come to this workshop and then a bunch of them turn in shit work or don’t do it all.  

It’s 5:01. Mr. P is late.

There is an elementary school staff in here and they’re making me really uncomfortable. Oh, wait, they just left. I’m one of 15 people working in here which is depressing because there are at least 400 people here. 

It’s 5:03 and Mr. P has still yet to arrive.

The hotel decided they didn’t want to make dinner (or something like that), so they gave every single person at the workshop a $25 travelers check. We have enough food in the hotel room that I went and bought $3 razors and I’m gonna keep the $22 change that I got back for my own purposes (Warped Tour).

That was kind of irrelevant to everything. It’s now 5:23 and Mr. P just left after going over my portfolio. This is his first year advising, but he did yearbook in high school and is all hung up on keeping the spreads totally traditional. What I mean is the man hates modules. Yeah, I’ll have to change his mind about them. 

He forgot the ladder so he’s gonna go up and see what everyone wants to do about dinner and bring it back down to me. Except right now he’s across the room at the display table, examining other people’s books. Oh my god, Mr. P, can you just not right now?

I miss my parents. 

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8:44 AM
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All set up on YB Ave again so after class I’m gonna fill in the ladder, do the division templates, and attempt to create the folio! 

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July 18th
10:54 PM
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On a more serious note:

I’m pretty sure I posted about this before, but here’s a reminder that our Jostens representative’s name is Jim Reppi so we literally call him J.Rep. He was getting on my absolute last nerve during the meeting with the cover artist, and I feel bad now because the reason I was acting so cold and stand-offish had nothing to do with his (admittedly really good) idea. It’s just that I stressed over the damn cover all summer up to this point, and a few days ago I got what I thought was a pretty damn good idea and drew it out only a hundred times or so just to go in there, spend half an hour discussing fonts and colors and the cover itself with Sid (our artist), and then J.Rep gets this brilliant idea out of nowhere when he’d just found out our new theme a few hours prior. Maybe it’s not even so much that as my fear of being compared to Banter and people thinking she was a better EIC than me. Which just makes me more angry because Banter and I were co-editors-in-chief last year but if you asked almost anyone it was just Banter. WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY is that last year Banter came up with the cover design all by herself, and did the cover on her own completely disregarding what our cover artist had originally done for us, and no one ever tried to change her ideas. I guess I feel a little disrespected…or incompetent…or both.

Uh.

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10:47 PM
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I’m sleeping It’s only 10:45 and I don’t remember the last time I was this tired I feel like we got so little done but all I did was work work work all day Only a keysmash can accurately portray my emotions right now fhdaujhl;beruioNBGUIfhjkbSL;DFJAHGEIJNSjkgfdjakhfdkjahfd’OHJ46L Everyone else is in Owen’s room again and people are YELLING in the hallway Here’s another keysmash: Anjklgfdn;sagklui9e5oadhmfaikj;mqdKJNHEkl;hadfmkm5eio;KJHTGKS.NDKL;H

I’m sleeping

It’s only 10:45 and I don’t remember the last time I was this tired

I feel like we got so little done but all I did was work work work all day

Only a keysmash can accurately portray my emotions right now

fhdaujhl;beruioNBGUIfhjkbSL;DFJAHGEIJNSjkgfdjakhfdkjahfd’OHJ46L

Everyone else is in Owen’s room again and people are YELLING in the hallway

Here’s another keysmash:

Anjklgfdn;sagklui9e5oadhmfaikj;mqdKJNHEkl;hadfmkm5eio;KJHTGKS.NDKL;H

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2:24 PM
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I’m at camp and the four other kids on staff abandoned me. Ha? Since I basically heard everything the instructors are teaching now, last year, Mr. P and I are sitting in the back starting work on the ladder. They stop teaching at 2:45 at which point he and I, whether he wants to or not, will discuss fonts and colors and redraw the cover because he insists on having pictures on it, because we have our meeting with the cover artist at 3:30. He’s typing out everything he just wrote down because he’s OCD or whatever so I’m going to the hotel room to settle some things and call someone because I feel super lonely. Sigh.

I’m at camp and the four other kids on staff abandoned me.

Ha? Since I basically heard everything the instructors are teaching now, last year, Mr. P and I are sitting in the back starting work on the ladder. They stop teaching at 2:45 at which point he and I, whether he wants to or not, will discuss fonts and colors and redraw the cover because he insists on having pictures on it, because we have our meeting with the cover artist at 3:30.

He’s typing out everything he just wrote down because he’s OCD or whatever so I’m going to the hotel room to settle some things and call someone because I feel super lonely. Sigh.

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July 17th
1:51 AM
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It’s 1:50 A.M., which means it’s the 17th, which means yearbook camp is tomorrow and I’m really excited about that. 

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July 14th
3:53 AM
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What with camp being next week, we had a “meeting” on Thursday morning. It was actually just myself, Courtney, and RM² talking to Mr. Poindexter about the camp experience last year, briefly touching upon our hopes for next year’s staff, and myself explaining the new theme that Courtney and I put together. Although the meeting did force me to confront my fear of designing the cover, there were a lot of good things that happened, as well. We were introduced to our new yearbook room. It’s going to take a little getting used to, I know, considering my past three years on staff were all spent in the room that will always be Hundley’s in my heart even though it was Mrs. David’s the past two years and is now some random history teacher’s who I have never heard of, and how sad I am that the radio room will fall into disuse. However, I’m already warming up to the new abode because it’s much larger, which was absolutely vital to any success we hope to have next year, and as you’ll see in the picture above, we have a kitchen. A complete, fully-functioning kitchen in our yearbook room. It used to be an ESE room is why, but now it’s our’s, and Mr. P already checked that we have permission to not only store all the food and dishes we could ever want in the cabinet, wash dishes in the sink, fill the fridge, and use the microwave, but cook and bake with the stove/oven before and after school hours. How could it get any better? It actually could get better, because there is one door to one other classroom, and I learned that the teacher who will be in that classroom is none other than “beast-of-a-head-turner” Turner. A.K.A. the most handsome man to ever walk the halls of Hudson High. As in girls deeply sigh and bat their eyelashes whenever he walks by. He’s beautiful, really. What with her son once being the EIC of his school’s yearbook, VP Mrs. Williams has made me one of her top priorities. I’m not trying to brag, but she took me into her office where she had a table full of stacks and stacks of thousands of students’s class requests, as she arranges the schedule of classes for the entire school, and off to the side she had two or three individual course requests that were important enough to her to base the schedule of the entire school around them. And mine was one of them. She took enough interest in me to request an extra band class of district so that I could take band and be in two hours of yearbook, and take all the other classes I want (pre-calculus, A.P. Lit, and A.P. Econ/Gov). Becca’s mom is letting her drive her SUV to camp, so two people are going to ride with Mr. P and two people are riding with Becca. It was basically decided for me that Brittney Hobbs and I will ride with Becca, which is very exciting because Brittney can either choose to ride in the passenger seat and I’ll have the middle row to myself, or Brittney can choose to sit in the middle or back row and I’ll still have one of the other rows to myself. I feel as though it’s completely necessary to write Mrs. Marshall a thank-you letter. This has not only allowed me complete comfort on the ride to Disney, but also saved me from having to ask Owen Derksen if I can ride in his car. Oh, and I don’t have to ride with the Poindexter’s and their daughter. Definitely a plus. Everyone agreed to having a white cover, because they also agreed that the black covers of the past three years have gotten sort of depressing and dreary. Also, everyone seemed excited about the idea of expanding our color palette beyond the school’s standard red and gold. I want my final yearbook to be happy and modern and I will damn well get what I want! I found out that Coronado Springs offers free Wi-Fi. This is literally the best news of my entire life…..okay, maybe second-best to finding out I got editor-in-chief for my senior year. Maybe. That’s all I can think of, as it is nearly 4 A.M. and I’m quite tired, but a lot of other great things happened and were discovered as well. All I can really say is that at this time last year I was absolutely dreading yearbook camp, but this year I can honestly say I’m sort of……looking forward to it. I never thought that would happen. I really think we’re about to produce the best Cobra de Capello there has ever been and ever will be, and it starts next Wednesday. 

What with camp being next week, we had a “meeting” on Thursday morning. It was actually just myself, Courtney, and RM² talking to Mr. Poindexter about the camp experience last year, briefly touching upon our hopes for next year’s staff, and myself explaining the new theme that Courtney and I put together. Although the meeting did force me to confront my fear of designing the cover, there were a lot of good things that happened, as well.

  • We were introduced to our new yearbook room. It’s going to take a little getting used to, I know, considering my past three years on staff were all spent in the room that will always be Hundley’s in my heart even though it was Mrs. David’s the past two years and is now some random history teacher’s who I have never heard of, and how sad I am that the radio room will fall into disuse. However, I’m already warming up to the new abode because it’s much larger, which was absolutely vital to any success we hope to have next year, and as you’ll see in the picture above, we have a kitchen. A complete, fully-functioning kitchen in our yearbook room. It used to be an ESE room is why, but now it’s our’s, and Mr. P already checked that we have permission to not only store all the food and dishes we could ever want in the cabinet, wash dishes in the sink, fill the fridge, and use the microwave, but cook and bake with the stove/oven before and after school hours. How could it get any better?
  • It actually could get better, because there is one door to one other classroom, and I learned that the teacher who will be in that classroom is none other than “beast-of-a-head-turner” Turner. A.K.A. the most handsome man to ever walk the halls of Hudson High. As in girls deeply sigh and bat their eyelashes whenever he walks by. He’s beautiful, really.
  • What with her son once being the EIC of his school’s yearbook, VP Mrs. Williams has made me one of her top priorities. I’m not trying to brag, but she took me into her office where she had a table full of stacks and stacks of thousands of students’s class requests, as she arranges the schedule of classes for the entire school, and off to the side she had two or three individual course requests that were important enough to her to base the schedule of the entire school around them. And mine was one of them. She took enough interest in me to request an extra band class of district so that I could take band and be in two hours of yearbook, and take all the other classes I want (pre-calculus, A.P. Lit, and A.P. Econ/Gov).
  • Becca’s mom is letting her drive her SUV to camp, so two people are going to ride with Mr. P and two people are riding with Becca. It was basically decided for me that Brittney Hobbs and I will ride with Becca, which is very exciting because Brittney can either choose to ride in the passenger seat and I’ll have the middle row to myself, or Brittney can choose to sit in the middle or back row and I’ll still have one of the other rows to myself. I feel as though it’s completely necessary to write Mrs. Marshall a thank-you letter. This has not only allowed me complete comfort on the ride to Disney, but also saved me from having to ask Owen Derksen if I can ride in his car. Oh, and I don’t have to ride with the Poindexter’s and their daughter. Definitely a plus.
  • Everyone agreed to having a white cover, because they also agreed that the black covers of the past three years have gotten sort of depressing and dreary. Also, everyone seemed excited about the idea of expanding our color palette beyond the school’s standard red and gold. I want my final yearbook to be happy and modern and I will damn well get what I want!
  • I found out that Coronado Springs offers free Wi-Fi. This is literally the best news of my entire life…..okay, maybe second-best to finding out I got editor-in-chief for my senior year. Maybe.

That’s all I can think of, as it is nearly 4 A.M. and I’m quite tired, but a lot of other great things happened and were discovered as well. All I can really say is that at this time last year I was absolutely dreading yearbook camp, but this year I can honestly say I’m sort of……looking forward to it. I never thought that would happen. I really think we’re about to produce the best Cobra de Capello there has ever been and ever will be, and it starts next Wednesday. 

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