Okay, so I just want to say that my last post was kind of a fail since Instagram won’t let me put a hyperlink in the caption, so there was no link for that or for Twitter or Facebook since I have them all linked together. But I guess it wasn’t a total fail because George Gemelas is SBP for next year! So that’s good news. But the bad news starts with this stupid day.

First of all, I was counting on English class to be able to study for my Spanish quiz because that’s what I always do. But noooo we had to take a practice AP multiple choice test. Which means no pretending to pay attention while actually studying. So then I got to Spanish and guessed on most of the quiz, not like it really matters but still. Fortunately, our teacher didn’t have to teach us anything today, so we didn’t have to struggle to stay alive the whole period. Unfortunately, we worked the whole time on this group project and if the two words “group project” aren’t bad enough, my group is…well…let’s just say not ideal. But it’s fine. We’re just not super productive. The real drama comes with HiLite.

Work I need to get done: My portfolio which seems too overwhelming to even start right now (even though it’s really not), my column for the senior issue, and my personally assigned better dedication to this blog. So, naturally I sit down at the computer with zero inspiration. So the editor of everyone’s favorite section asks me if I’m doing anything and if I could go ask this teacher if she was interviewed this morning. Apparently the reporter hasn’t written the story yet, so the editor wanted to know if the interview had even happened or not. Since I’m not doing anything, I write a pass and walk to the teacher’s room after checking to make sure she’s not at lunch.

All I need to ask her is, “Were you interviewed this morning?” I don’t need to have a whole interview. Just need to find out if the reporter did her job.

I walk to the room and look at the room number twice, so I don’t walk into the wrong class. Her room was unlocked, so I didn’t have to awkwardly knock while everyone stares at me through the window. Then the conversation began.

Actually, before I continue let me just say that usually when a reporter or photographer enters a lecture the teacher ignores them until there’s a stopping point in whatever they’re saying. Or if it’s a photographer, the teachers usually have some prior notice. Just because we’re part of HiLite doesn’t mean you should stop your lesson at all; we’re just trying to report on things without disrupting anyone’s education. But remember, I’m not even a reporter in this instance. I’m just inquiring about how the teacher may or may not have spent her morning. So, back to the story.

I open the door, and obviously the class turns and looks at me, probably hoping I have a pass for one of them to leave or go to the counseling center or something. The teacher stops mid-sentence and says, “Hi, can I help you?”

This is kind of a surprise since I was expecting her to actually finish whatever she was saying, but that’s fine. I just need to ask her if she’s been interviewed. So I say, “Yeah, can I ask you a quick question?”

Teacher: Well I’m teaching right now, can you come back?

Me: Yeah, but it’s just a yes or no question.

Teacher: Well I’m teaching right now, can you come back?!

Me: Yes. (as I left the room and probably rolled my eyes)

Just to clarify, I only put in the exclamation point to convey her sass even though she was sassy the whole time. Look, lady, I never asked you to stop your class to help me. And WHY DID YOU SAY CAN I HELP YOU IF YOU DIDN’T WANT TO HELP ME?! That exclamation point is to convey my frustration.

Seriously though, I understand she didn’t know I had to ask her a two second question and that’s it, but I do not understand why she had to freak out. If I had had a pass for one of her students, it would’ve taken her more time to read it and give it to the kid than to answer my question. Next time, when she says, “Can I help you?” I’m gonna say, “Probably, but can you come back later?”

And for those of you wondering if I came back, no I did not. I came back to the HiLite room and wrote this angry blog. Have a nice day, everyone!

Until next time,

Olivia

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