No News Is Good News

We met to produce another edition of the Adams Gazette, the school newspaper that's distributed to the faculty and students. Most of the time, our newspaper is about events that happen at school, but sometimes we talk about national events. In January we had a 3 page special on the inauguration of the president and how students felt about it. Our editor-in-chief is Megan Ryder, who's pretty much been writing since she was a tot. Her father is a reporter who travels all over the world, and ever since she was little, Megan has wanted to follow in his footsteps. She really likes the color yellow and pretty much wears that color all the time.

So, today Megan showed up to the meeting wearing her glasses. Sometimes she wears glasses and sometimes she wears contacts, but I know when she has her glasses she means business.

Only three of us showed up -- Alison, Katarina, and me. We're understaffed but we manage.
We had a couple decisions to make. One was who was going to cover the upcoming open house for incoming students. I wasn't going to be able to, because as class president I have to make my own presentation. I knew Alison, as sports reporter, and Katarina, as fact checker and researcher, might probably have to pick up the slack.

Just then Megan pulled me aside. I had to admit she looked quite 'editorly' in her glasses and starched yellow skirt set. "Haley -- is something wrong?" she asked me.

I shook my head. "No -- there's -- there's nothing wrong."

"I was wondering -- because you've seemed a bit distracted lately."

"Distracted?"

"Listen, Haley, I know you're class president and I realize that takes up a lot of your time. If you need to resign just let me know."

I shook my head again. "It's not a problem, really. I can handle it."

Who am I fooling? There are days I come home wondering what on earth I got myself into. Did I take on too much? My dad says I need to figure out how to be eleven again. Problem is, I never did.