Photography Phonies

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll want to know is which school I go to and what all the lousy classes I take are. I don’t like to talk about it much, because it’s such a terrific bore and all, but I guess I could go into it just this once. I don’t really feel like telling you about all my classes, to tell you the truth, but it couldn’t hurt to tell you a bit about this photography class I had last week.

The first thing you’ll want to know is that I go to this snotty school in Massachusetts called Wellesley High. You’ve probably heard of it. It’s filled with all these rich jocks walking around like they own the place, when they’re all about as dumb as a brick. When you see some hot shot football player swaggering around like a prince, you know you’re in with the biggest bunch of phonies this side of Needham.

I should also probably tell you a bit about my photography class. First off, my photography teacher is the biggest goddamn phony you’ve ever seen in your life. He’s a real nut. It’s only his first year teaching, and you can already tell he hasn’t got much of a career ahead of him. This guy goes on and on about how beautifu

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Then my teacher gave us this wonderful little lecture and told us to try and get some pictures of the trees around the courtyard. We shot the bull for about fifteen minutes and then I told her I was heading over to the snack bar, and if our teacher woke up to tell him that I was in the bathroom. Here I was in photography class with a bunch of phonies all snapping pictures of trees and my drunken teacher sleeping on a wooden bench.

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So we were in photography class last week and we all got to go outside for a change. He tries to be artistic as hell, but doesn’t know much about photography in the first place. I figured she was going to be as phony as they come, because was dating one of those hot shot football players, but she was actually pretty nice. There’s another thing that drives me crazy. She was trying to be all sophisticated and stuff, tossing out these big words she had obviously just read in the dictionary, and basically had nothing to say but that the weather was great and she liked being outside.

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