6:30 AM I woke up, refreshed for what has been the longest day of my life. As a student journalist time moves slowly, the day becomes longer yet there are still not enough hours, minutes, seconds, in the day for a journalist to get everything done.I can only dream of a 25th hour. 8: 30 AM I arrive at school. I was hoping to walk into the newsroom, sit on my ass for 20 minutes then go work on my story. Instead I walked into school and ended up starting as soon I went right to work. the night before my editor had been verbally bitched at by a invisible demon, the ASO devil, who up until recently was the student president of my beloved El Camino. Now like Client 9 (for those non-news junkie: client 9 is Eliot Spitzer the NY governor who had unprotected sex with hooker Ashley Dupre) the ASO devil has fallen from grace after being removed from student body president. Covering this story is like letting the little kid in line hit you with a stick over and over again...At every corner you are met with opposition, they choose not to talk because they have nothing to say on the matter, She doesn't want to talk (FUCK HER), I even was polite enough to give her a shot to redeem herself, tell me why she was removed, she responded very bitchy to my editor, so now I have to write a story in defense of my editors honor...HOORAH! It is 7:36 PM right now and after spending the last eight to nine hours chasing down "The ASO Devil" I have gotten what I need, so now I just need to sit here, write, and hope she doesn't come up from behind me and make me an offer I can't refuse. Dirt naps don't sound too comfortable.
(Kilo will Return in Miles Per Spike Lee'ing the issues)
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