A few months back, a journalism student at Lowell High School in San Francisco wrote an awesome article about SFZero
. Annnna, a player on the site, posted a proof for Press Clippings
, because she had suggested the article to her journalism class. The student who wrote the article was also named Anna, which led to some confusion for us later, but for which we made up. See below. Annnna commented on her proof that she would like players to purchase an ad for the Lowell newspaper, since she's required to sell 3 ads to get a good grade in the class.
Ian and Sam decided that SFZero needs more 1/8 page ads in high school newspapers, so they thought it would be a great idea (and nice) to buy one. Just sending in the ad with a check and form wasn't elaborate enough, though.
It being the new era, and what with Ian fiending for precious HC titles and all, they decided to do Things We Bury for our Friends. I (Jackie) forced myself into the task for lack of anything else to do that day. But I contributed nonetheless.
So we all thought it was a great idea to bury the ad stuffs on the Lowell campus for Annna to find. We noticed (on her player page) that Annnna had written about SFZero for her college personal statement. A good recommendation letter being an invaluable tool in today's fast-paced college admissions environment, Sam and Ian then composed an awesome letter, which they offered to modify/send multiple copies to schools/etc. as needed. I just signed one really big.
(In the recommendation letter, they wrote about Annnna's journalism skillz and
her tasking because they thought she was the same person who had written the article, so the letter wound up being slightly embarrassing evidence of the lack of last-name-usage on the internet. They sent her another, revised letter later. The letter included in this proof is the older, "bad" letter, but the second one was essentially the same so we didn't include it. All is well now.)
We also stuck the following things in the AMAZING GAME BOX TITLED ROLLOUT (a risk-like game about international conglomerates): some delicious Ferrero Rocher, a spray-painted US History Test, courtesy of Jackie's old tutoring job and decorating skills, and a mix CD of songs that remind us/were part of our high school experience.
We buried the objects behind Lowell at their "Feibusch Field." We got a confirmation email from Annnna that she received the package, wherein she explained the confusion of Annas. We'll let her tell her side of the story.
THEN WE SAW THERE WILL BE BLOOD AND IT WAS COMPLETELY RIDICULOUSLY SICK.
LOWELL HIGH SCHOOL IS NOW OUR TERRITORY.
On January 17th I found buried treasure and then went to a Dan Deacon concert.
It is journalism policy that to get an A in the class, you must sell three ads. (We are a poor, poor public school) I figured that the only way to accomplish this was to ask anyone at any time anywhere if they knew of anyone who might be interested in advertising in a high school newspaper. Thankfully the SF0 creators offered to purchase an ad, and delivered it to me in the most creative way. Lowell is down in the middle-of-nowhere-San Francisco, bordered on the left by Lake Merced and the right by Stonestown. It's the best public high school in the city, but it takes forever to get there on the bus. I received the directions to the secret burial location in the soccer field behind the school building and the next day at 10:33 AM proceeded to dig. The box was unearthed and contents examined. It smelled like dirt and spray paint - very earthy. I love the mix cd. Some of the songs have survived into my own high school experience, like Weezer, and of course The Arcade Fire. The recommendation letter may prove to be a handy tool, as I am currently applying to college. There was an Ana who wrote the article, and then me, Anna who suggested the idea, so some confusion ensued. It was all sorted out and Ian suggested I bury copies of the newspaper for him.
Yesterday, I sent instructions to dig up a package I buried close to SF0 HQ. It included some newspapers and extra odds and ends. I hope they found it intact.