picture day nazis.

Today was the second day of school. And picture day. I know, that combination of events seems like a sin, and trust me, it pretty much was.

Mr. Qualheim decided to be a super genius this year and get rid of Real Life photography, who had been doing a beautiful job for the last 1 million years. He brought in Dorian Studio, against the advice of every single school official. They print out your ASB card on the spot, so apparently he thought that was a really great idea.

So you know how everyone likes to screw up their Junior photos, because it's basically their last chance to express their retardation in a yearbook. However, this year Hitler himself came and placed himself in the middle of the action. I'm not entirely sure as to whether Mr. Qualheim gave them specific orders to not let anyone look the way they wanted to in their picture, or if they all just worshiped the devil, but something of that nature was heavy in their minds. People who were wearing fake glasses were forced to remove them. People who were wearing real glasses were forced to remove them because the photographers didn't believe them that they were real glasses. (And I quote, "We know better.") People who had drawn on mustaches were forced to wipe them off and were photographed with highly reddened upper lips. People who had highly realistic fake mustaches on were told to take them off. People who weren't smiling the way they wanted them too were told to "Relax," "tone it down," etc etc. So yeah, Pictures this year are going to be lame and depressingly unhumorous. However, despite Hailey's futile attempts to charade her way into making the photographers think she was just naturally hideous, they did manage to make her laugh and snap a photo exactly as she did it. So at least Hailey will allow a small ray of sunshine to break through the gray clouds above Richland High School in the school year of 2010-2011.

On another note, classes are going surprisingly well this year. Aside from my World Geography class, which will probably have me slitting my wrists by the end of semester. Mrs. Howard is WAY too happy for the end of the day, and it's a room full of inexplicably retarded freshmen. Their is absolutely no limit to their idiocy, and it's really... enraging, to say the least.


ANYWAY, more news on school life later.~

♥Sloane