I am the yearbook advisor. I haven't worked on a yearbook since the days of t-squares and orange grease pencil, but since we didn't have an advisor--or even a yearbook--I offered. It's pretty easy. Take some photos. Upload them to a site. A lot of clicking and dragging. Nothing noteworthy or award winning. Just 68 pages of random memories...and a lot of misspellings.
But today was different.
We started late--5 months late, and I lost my entire staff from last year.
Today the ISS squad showed up.
Even administration laughed when I named my roster.
I don't know why the worst kids in the school decided to come to yearbook after school for 2 hours, but they did.
I inwardly protested.
I think I even stomped a foot.
But only when no one was looking.
And then I introduced these kids to the wonders of yearbook.
Only, they were already prepared.
They don't take books to class or even go to class on a regular basis.
But they came with lists of pages they wanted to do.
They came with categories for superlatives.
They had ideas.
They had excitement.
They wrote stuff down, offered suggestions, made changes.
And they didn't want to leave.
Not even for pizza.
And the two who are by far the worst...not the worst of yearbook, the worst in the school...were my best.
I chose them as Editor in Chief and Assistant Editor.
My prinicpal laughed.
The assistant principal snorted.
And the lady who works in the office got misty-eyed.
She felt where I was coming from.