As it seems to happen so often these days, I found myself involved in a chat on Twitter about high school graduations and such, and soon a meme was born. Liz, from A Belle, A Bean & A Chicago Dog is hosting the first (annual?) “I was a #SeniorHottie” We're just group of folks who are finding, scanning and posting some selected photos from their own good ol' days. Go grab a few and post your own and link up! The linky will be open until Monday!
And so here are mine.
It's hard to choose, actually, and a lot of mine have been scrapbooked and are in albums, which made scanning a little more challenging.
I don't know why I've kept this ID card. It's the only one I still have, but thought it was a cute bit of ephemera to include! 🙂
My co-worker saw this pic and said “Awww, doing homework!” But no, I was working on something SO much more important… making a mix tape! (Or as the really cool kids called them, a mixx tape) Please note the super awesome waterbed and giant crayon bank.
I swear I went to junior prom with Shaggy from Scooby Doo! A friend from my job at the movie theater, he fell asleep under the table. Not drunk or anything, just bored, I guess. Yeah.
Lovely gold shoes from Payless and gigantic updo from Awe-dacious hair salon.
The worst of my 4 years' photos, junior year. Awesome tail o' hair, right? I only had three ear piercings then, and would add 4 more before the end of the year. The dress I'm wearing was a mid-calf length empire waisted flannel thing. The epitome of girly grunge, or something. That moon necklace is still in my jewelry box as I type this…
I think we took this pic to send to my grandma to show her how tall I was compared to my mom. My hair is in my favorite style of the time, little half-up pigtail things, and I'm sporting my pseudo-feminist pro-choice t-shirt and Doc Marten mary janes. And my mom has a cigarette! I often forget that she even smoked, even though she did just that for the VAST majority of my life. She didn't quit until 2004, and she quit so that the doctors would let her give me a kidney. (She's pretty much a badass, even in those glasses that are eating her face)
I was in band. Yeah, baby. I wasn't cut out for marching band though. This entire parade, I pretended to play because I hadn't been able to memorize the Star Spangled Banner. Continuing the previous photo's trend of accessories eating people, that headband is taking over the world, and I remember that I intentionally didn't tuck in the back of my shirt.
Manners are important, but when Max graduates (kindergarten, junior high, high school, med school whatever) I shall remind him, no matter what, NOT to thank the person handing him the diploma. Because if you do, you get a photo of yourself sticking your tongue out when the photographer clicks on the “Thh”. Exhibit A:
I do however, still love those shoes! ^^ I called them my wicked witch shoes and L-O-V-E-D them!