Blogger's Note: What?! Two chapters posted on the same day? Shut up!! What can I tell you folks, other than that I want more than anything to be done with the telling of this tale. So while it's slow for a moment at my desk, I'll add what I can:
Among the 233 signatures at the bottom of my newspaper petition were those of the president and vice-president of the student government (known as the General Organization or G.O.), a number of prominent athletes and a veritable smorgasbord of brains, geeks, drama fags, musicians, socially conscious hippies and other high-achieving types.
I didn't work particularly hard to get people to sign; I just attached the petition to a clipboard and passed it around the cafeteria and gymnasium and in the classes I attended. Few students were overly passionate about the substance of what I had written, but everyone seemed to agree with it.
"Oh, yeah, I hate that fucking Unknown Junior" was the most common reaction as people reached for their pen.
It had only been a week since I began my crusade, but I felt like 233 names was more than sufficient to make my point. So I produced three photocopies of the petition, signatures and all, along with a cover letter and delivered the complete packet to the principal, the vice-principal, and the school superintendent.
At first, not much happened. A few teachers pulled me aside and told me they applauded my actions. But the vice-principal, Mr. Akey, a man much beloved by me and my older sisters before me who happened also to be Mr. Stubick's closest friend, had a slightly different take: "I admire your activism," he said after spotting me in the cafeteria one day, "but not the way you've gone about this."
Yet there was no immediate reaction from either the principal or superintendent. Nor was there any from Stubick himself. That is, until the next issue of "The Tower" came out the following month.
There appeared on page three a large photo of three students with the caption, "SHS Students Tour the Capitol as Part of the National Close Up Program in February," followed by the names of the students pictured. The shoulder of a fourth student was also visible, but his face had been cropped out.
Guess who.
It was Mr. Stubick's first attempt at retribution. It would hardly be his last.
To be continued.
Homo really and truly done for today. ♥
Monday, July 6, 2009
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3 comments:
Im loving every second of this. I tried to upload the clip from my iphone.... I think I will have to get help from my son who will be coming home from the city on Weds evening. Im sorry . I will try again one more time myself.
This blog is fantastic. I saw it was up from your status on facebook. You should repost that update often. Yours is truly everything a blog should be.
what a fucking asshole! you should seriously out this prick.
this stuff, on the one hand is a cool story - also brings up some bad memories for me - sometimes I feel like the people attracted to education (highschool, etc.) are there because it's a bit of a power-trip ...
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