The Death Of A SONY Camcorder

Today was a great day for me; apart from the chances of getting in royal amounts of trouble. It all started during first period Video Productions. Our iconic “teacher” made a huge mistake; he told us to take a broken camera in order to mask our shenanigans. Normally this would not be a bad thing. Much more this would be quite awesome that a teacher would allow a group of delinquents to leave class early, with no intentions of coming back. Knowing that we have had a past of vandalism of the classroom (such as changing the computer’s desktop backgrounds to the Time Walker ‘mumalien’ or pinning up poorly drawn pictures of said “teacher”), he should have seen the following acts coming.

Off to the computer lab we were. We really didn’t need the camera to get there, as none of the other school staff would have stopped and asked why we were walking around the campus (which happened to be day where a bunch of big-shots from the state were visiting; seeing how good the school was). Not too long after our arrival, the Computer Tech. class next door got wind of this broken SONY camera and took it from us. We had no problem giving it away. Now here is where the story gets good.

We go back to the class as I conveniently left my backpack in the classroom. Upon entering, our “teacher” inquired about the camera, and why we didn’t have it. None of us really knew what to say, and simply told him “We’ll go get it.” Well, we did go get it, but it sure wasn’t in the same condition. In the short amount of time it took us to walk to the classroom and back to the lab, they already had the camera completely apart. Every single piece, laying on the table. We told them that the “teacher” wanted it back. We all laughed. And we laughed some more. You would have laughed too if you were there. It was truly and amazing sight.

The teacher in the Computer Tech. class grabbed a box and we quickly put all the pieces into it. We took the box to the school office and told our story to a woman, who will remain nameless, and gave her the box. She told us that she would give it to our “teacher.” And she did give it back to him. And angry was he. But there was nothing he could do from that point. We had saved him the trouble of calling the office to report us. I also prevented myself from getting into massive trouble.

This come Monday after Spring Break, I am going to bring in a cake for our teacher. For those of you who don’t remember, this was the same teacher who kicked me out for not talking.