A long time ago I was an editor on my high school newspaper and everything was going well until I went AWOL. I disappeared for a few days (it may have been longer, after all these years I'm not sure) to make a few bucks working for a real newspaper that paid real money. When I nonchalantly strolled back into the school newspaper office after who knows how long, Mrs. Oshman, the paper's faculty advisor, read me the riot act. She was furious. How in the world, she demanded to know, could I disappear when we had a paper to put out?
Seeing Things that Aren't There ...
Seeing Things that Aren't There ...
Seeing Things that Aren't There ...
A long time ago I was an editor on my high school newspaper and everything was going well until I went AWOL. I disappeared for a few days (it may have been longer, after all these years I'm not sure) to make a few bucks working for a real newspaper that paid real money. When I nonchalantly strolled back into the school newspaper office after who knows how long, Mrs. Oshman, the paper's faculty advisor, read me the riot act. She was furious. How in the world, she demanded to know, could I disappear when we had a paper to put out?