Ellen Cameron
Staff Writer
My career as a high school journalist is being flushed down the toilet.
Like, literally, my work from this year, that I worked hard to procrastinate on, was flushed down the toilet of the girl’s room in Freshmen hall last week.
It was rather unexpected, to say the least. I had gone to the restroom anf found a stack of Sidekicks on the coutner. Weird, but ignorable. Until I realized there was a trail of newspapers scattered on the floor leading to a particular stall.
If it had been a horror movie, a dead body would have on the bathroom floor, ly
