Witchy Photoshoot

For our yearbook, we grade 12s are being photographed by a hired photographer last month. And just 2 weeks before, I finally saw the result (all design comitee get to see it first :p), and my picture sucks. I looked retard.

After begging and bargaining later, the head of the yearbook comittee agreed to allow me reshoot my profile picture. I organized everything for this morning. Called the museum manager (where we had our first photoshoot), asked my design teacher to shoot my pictures, and other petty little details.

At first everything went smooth. Click click click. I thought to get more picture this time so I'l have more choice later on. An hour later, I decided to switch my dress. Thought it would be nice to compare both dresses later on. Im not risking anything, not a flaw anymore, after all that trouble going there.

All of the sudden, right after I came back from the bathroom to change, this lady, the museum manager, started to scream at me, telling me that I had lied to her regarding the purpose of my photoshoot. She wont believe that Im using the pictures only and only for my yearbook profile, and accused me of lying to her to take pictures there for my portfolio or something commercial.

In her own words: "I know exactly what kind of pictures that students need. They dont take an hour to complete, they dont change poses, and they dont change dresses! You're lying to me, you're not even a student!"

I tried to defend myself politely, saying over and over again that I am not a fcking model and I am by any means not using these pictures for my fcking imaginary portfolio or for any other commercial use. And I am definitely not lying to her. Plus I am a student. Unfortunately.

Then she asked for my student ID. I gave it to her, and she took it to the other room, perhaps taking notes of my class, student number and fullname to be framed infront of the door as a souvenir. When she got back, she started telling me this story (loudly) about a girl who lied to her before, saying that she was a student and secretly took pictures in her bikini.

At this moment I was thinking silently, what the hell?

Again she accused me of being a liar and screamed of how I should've been honest and open to her in the first time. Then I lost my temper. I raised my voice, told her that I swear I am not fcking lying to her for christ sake. Then every word that came out from my mouth were tackled viciously by her, saying that I shouldnt lie again.

Then she said that we shouldnt have this debate as it is useless. She looked at me in disgust. I stared back at her. "Just finish whatever you're doing, take any picture and go". She stomped out and left. I yelled back, "Whatever, I am not lying to you (almost cursed her of a word that I shouldnt said. fortunately I held it back) !"

I was left with rage. No longer in the mood for taking any picture, I went back to the bathroom and changed. Washed my face and wore my Starbucks Tshirt and boxer back, then tried as hard as I could to look gallant and triumphant. Im not letting her have the pride of succeeding in 'kicking me out'.

On my way out, I swore under my breath not to step my foot in that ugly museum ever again. Let alone seeing that witch.