|| pissed off
I don't think I've ever been so pissed over something so minute before as a fucking magazine. The damn literary magazine was going good, we had our top 30 poems picked, our top artwork was being picked out, and we need more pictures, and then Mrs. Jacobsen demands that we put in another THIRTY submissions. Now...we grade poems on a 1-3 scale, with 3 being best and 1 being worst. We got to the point where 1.4 grades are going in the magazine.
In all terms, I have been working on this magazine for two years and for someone with NO experience to just come and hijack the magazine like that, without even listening to what we had to say just pisses me off, and if Mrs. Jacobsen and Ms Barbour are in charge of it again, I am NOT being on Lit club....but still, I don't want to just leave and leave the rest of the club to deal with them either....but I still am pissed and am really tempted to have my ad I bought say:
'There's talent in this magazine, the question is can you find it?
-The Lit Club'
Because that's what it feels like, as I said at the meeting the people who choose the poems are the ones who come everyday after school, the ones who really care, those are the ones whose opinions we want, but does that matter to Mrs. Hitler Jacobsen? Not one damn bit, she was completely destroying everything we had worked so hard for and then had a the nerve to talk about how she was so sorry that she hadn't come to 'help' us before. Well you helped plenty when you dropped that crap load of assignment poetry portfolios on us!!! Bitch! Oh, I am so mad.... I can't stand that, people who just don't care what others think or have done. They want to appeal to the masses to make a profit. we want to make a magazine we're proud of. As it stands right now, I don't want my name on this magazine. I don't want my name on a bunch of crap thrown together by teachers...in fact I'm checking it tomorrow to make sure they didn't switch out the next highest (the 1.8-1.4s) with some shitty freshmen work since their 'the ones most likely to submit next year' I don't give a damn, the people who love to write and who care about it are the ones we want to submit not some slutty freshmen sobbing about how her boyfriend of 2 weeks left her, or how the wealthy sophomore’s life sucks so much because she doesn't have the best prom dress ever. You people make me sick, go and see what people really deal with go to Africa and watch little kids starve and then come crying to me. Those countries are in shitty condition because of shitty rulers, like Mrs. Jacobsen, huh maybe she should go to Africa and lead some country to it's doom, I'm sure that'd be right up her street.
Sorry....not really.... if you like Mrs. Jacobsen, I liked her too until today when she turned into an uber bitch, but she can kiss my ass and claim that magazine as her own. I'm withdrawing my poem.
*hugs and kisses*