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Scandalous!!! written @ 6:41 PM on April 30, 2002 Christ Almighty, the stars must be out of alignment for everyone at my high school. First of all, my friend Maria's apartment building caught on fire at 2 in the morning last night. She and her family are okay and their apartment was at the opposite end of the fire, but apparently there was a lot of smoke. She also thought the alarms going off were a prank at first. How awful to pull a prank like that. So she didn't know how serious the situation was until she heard the police banging on her door, "Get the hell out of there!!" Maria thinks she'll be staying with someone, perhaps Christine or Meg. Second bit of news: Remember that embittering art contest from Roger Bacon Sunday afternoon? Well, I discovered why one of my paintings was disqualified-- no, not rejected because it wasn't good enough, DISQUALIFIED-- hence allowing that awful kettle drawing to win an honorable mention. First, before I say why, I would like to mention that Jacob's painting of an old building under a railroad track was also DISQUALIFIED. So it wasn't just me. The judges of the contest thought OUR PAINTINGS WERE COPIES OF EDWARD HOPPER PAINTINGS!!! Can you fucking believe that?! They have blatantly accused us of plagerism!! That goddamned chair painting I spent hours and hours on was disqualified for being ORIGINAL! Suffice to say, I am pissed off about it. My reputation an an artist has been slandered, my teacher and class have been slandered, and my school has been slandered. And my teacher's jaw hit the floor when she found out. She WATCHED us do both those paintings under her nose. Jake has a photograph of his site from dcowntown Cincinnati to back his painting up. I have my fucking chair that I sit on to eat dinner everyday with and my damned basement wall. Ms. Hagedorn said she was discussing the situation with an old Miami U professor she's buddy-buddy with, and he happens to know the guy who ran the art show and the judges. He's going to get back to her after he's gotten through those people. I want an apology out of this, a formal written apology. I have few pet peeves, but my biggest one is being accused of being a liar. Third bit of news: April, who played Shelby in "Steel Magnolias" and is the poster child of young prima donnas at Lakota East, is two months pregnant. My jaw hit the floor when I found out about this in theater class fourth period today. Wow, I thought. She has all but completely screwed her career in theater. Well, she's marrying the guy two or three weeks after graduation. I found this enough to swallow on, but this knowledge slipped my mind the moment I stumbled across my Roger Bacon art fiasco. It resurfaced to my thoughts again after school when an old set construction friend of mine confronted me and said, "Hey, Sam. April is looking for you." My first initial reaction was, oh dear, she found out Meg had spilled her secret and now she was going to tell me to keep my mouth shut. Then I thought, wait a second, there could be no way of her knowing that. And she couldn't want to VOLUNTEER that information to me, who can barely be considered her acquaintance. I ran into her as I was leaving school with Jeff, and she said, "Oh, Sam! There you are! I need to talk to you!" She pulled me aside from the bustle that is high school and took a deep breath. "First of all, before I ask you this, do you know the rumors?" She totally put me on the spot. After an awkward pause, I answered sheepishly, "I may have heard a thing or two." "Oh good. Because they're all true." It took all my energy to bite my tongue to keep from exclaiming incredulously. "Okay... So... what do you need?" "Well, I'm getting married at my house, and the reception is going to be in my garage. We have a nice garage. Anyway, I was wondering if you could help me decorate it. I need designs and stuff. I would like to decorate it in white." Me a wedding designer?! It seems my reputation exceeds me. I said, "Wow. Uh." "Do you think you can do it?" "Well, uh, sure. Wow. Yeah, I can probably do it." "You can come over soon so you can get the idea of the place." Then I sputtered out some stuff that I probably wouldn't be able to do that any time this or next week because my AP Art portfolio is due next Friday, but finally I realized I was being incoherent and was artistically rambling to myself in my own language. Finally, I said, "Yeah, I can come over sometime soon. Here, let me give you my number. Call me, let me know what you're interested in specifically, and then we can talk about budgets, designs, and all that stuff." To tell you the truth, I was too shocked to believe she was asking me to do this, and that was my smart left-brained, marketing side of me that was kicking into gear when my preferred right brain stumbled in stupor of the situation. This girl is 18 years old. Good God... I've had enough of the real world for one day. I'm going downstairs to paint. Maybe this piece of artwork will be hailed as original by the AP College Board... Argh....
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