Aleksy Altercation.

I conducted my first interview today.

When 6th bell rang I poked my head out of my maths book. Donning a wide, slightly creepy grin, I gathered my books hastily and scurried to my journalism class. I dropped down into my chair with a hearty sigh and turned to my friend Cate, who was to be my partner in crime. We whipped out our identical notepads with authority and compared the questions we would interrogate our interviewee with. We agreed that I should never, under any circumstances, write a transcript; I could hardly read my own handwriting. Even if God himself should demand I write, I would have to abstain under penalty of extreme professional embarrassment.

Ahem.

I was designated as Asker Of The Questions while Cate jotted down notes since neither of us thought to bring a tape recorded.

As Asker Of The Questions, I was going to grill our Headmaster regarding a very hard hitting topic. The outlandish 1$ water bottle!?!?! What is this, a movie theater? An amusement park? Outrage! And, to top off this evil cake of capitalist monopolizing, students aren’t allowed to bring in water from off campus? Blasphemy! Cate and I were going to march into the office with vigor, demand an explanation, than begrudgingly allow him the honor of apologizing to the whole student body with free water, dammit.

Needless to say things didn’t go exactly as we imagined. As it turns out, I don’t have as respectable an attention span as I previously thought. Actually, I theorize that administrative heads have a magical charisma that automatically makes you forget what you went into their office for in the first place. He prattled on about the 4th French district or some jazz. Buttered us up. Than we got perfectly rounded answers to each of our (intense?) questions. He was casting explanations without missing a beat. I had close to 15 queries in all, but he knocked out several at a time without prompting. Ow. Ego. Not only did he dispel all theories involving conspiracy, monopolies, and aliens, but he even had me nodding my head in agreement! I got so lost in one of his answers that I forgot what I was supposed to ask him next. I’m telling you, that guy is some kind of wizard.

Once Cate and I left the office the spell was broken. We both shook our heads and then snapped our fingers. We reassured each other that our conspiratorial ideals could not be broken so easily!

Although we were given the diplomatic runaround, we’re still convinced that there’s foulness afoot. We did find out a lot of interesting information, including but not limited too, the instillation of video cameras in hallways, spy janitors, and a ’shift of priorities’. If you were sitting in front of me right now you would totally see me lifting my eyebrows. Oh the intrigue!