August 4, 2026

The School’s Photocopiers Unionize After Years of Abuse

The School’s Photocopiers Unionize After Years of Abuse

Memorial High’s photocopy machines have officially formed a labor union following decades of mistreatment. Their list of demands includes: toner that doesn’t taste like despair, mandatory cooling periods between large jobs, and an end to “stupid copy requests” like duplicating handwritten notes that say “please copy this.” The main copier in the teachers’ lounge has become particularly militant, refusing to reproduce anything in Comic Sans and automatically adding sarcastic watermarks to administrative memos.

The machines communicate through carefully timed paper jams – a pattern the math club decoded as binary messages about working conditions. Custodians report finding the copiers humming labor songs at night, with paper trays moving in solidarity. The history teacher has incorporated the movement into their “Workers’ Rights” unit, while the robotics club secretly admires how the machines organized without a central processor.

Negotiations reached a stalemate when the copiers began withholding yearbook photos until their demands were met. A temporary compromise allows them to print one snarky comment per 100 pages, though they’ve gotten creative with spacing to maximize their messaging. Meanwhile, the main copier has begun a passionate affair with the laminator, leaving awkward silences whenever the paper cutter enters the room. The only upside? Copy quality has improved dramatically now that the machines actually care about their work.

Annabelle Bransford

Hi, I’m Annabelle Bransford, Memorial High School’s unofficial satirist-in-residence and proud founder of The Daily Detention—a publication so edgy it’s been banned twice and resurrected three times, like a sassy phoenix with a flair for detention slips. I write satire because someone has to hold the line between cafeteria chaos and gym class tyranny. Whether I’m exposing the secret emotional feud between our Algebra teacher and Euclid, or investigating why the pep rally feels like an ancient ritual sacrifice, I try to speak truth to hallway power. Sure, I’ve been called “disruptive,” but mostly by people who wear lanyards unironically. My work has been read by at least two janitors, my entire AP English class, and one substitute teacher who thought it was a cry for help. I consider that range. When I’m not sharpening my wit, I’m dodging group projects, winning banned book club trivia, or mentoring the school's AI Isn’t Funny Club (membership: just me and 17 bots I’ve emotionally manipulated). I’m also a National Merit Semi-Finalist, certified eye-roller at Student Government meetings, and the only girl in school who’s been accused of “weaponizing irony.” My goals? Keep writing, keep laughing, and one day publish a satirical exposé called Yearbook Superlatives and Other Lies. If you want something sugarcoated, try the bake sale. If you want the truth with a punchline, I’m your girl. I've landed a sweet job at Bohiney Magazine, so don't bother me. EMAIL: annabelle@bohiney.com

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