We all have them-- Bad school photos. Post yours below and a description of what the beep you or your mother/father was thinking.... Thisisgonnabeawesome. (p.s. this is not me believe it or not. Just some poor girl I found on google images)
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Ok-- I just failed miserably at my own post. Can't figure out how to add a picture to a comment :( Help??
Excellent idea though. I scanned in some glorious shots before having the same realization.
I don't have any of my school pictures with me. Those are all with my parents who probably wouldn't let me take them if I wanted to. I know exactly which picture I would post though, fourth grade. I had some kind of mullet that's reserved for just-beginning butch lesbians. And I had those teeth that kids get where they come in all choppy and giant. My parent's house has pictures of me all over, every room, almost to an embarrassing degree. There are pictures of me at every age, except the fourth grade.
So fourth grade was my really ugly stage, but that did not stop me from having TWO boyfriends that year. I was also a champ at friendship bracelet making and four square. I think the weirdest thing about my fourth grade year was that I remember noting how ugly I looked, but it really didn't bother me. I can't imagine in my adult life being cognizant of my ugliness and not letting it affect my happiness. Maybe we should all take a lesson from toothy, tiny, ballsy 9-year-old Renee and just be happy if life is good.
Words of wisdom, Renny. I had the opposite experience. I was uber happy in fourth grade but also thought I was smokin' hot. I dug out my photo last night (to post) to prove my early hottness and, to my surprise, I was busted with a capital B. It looks like I dipped the photo in hormones and my checks are having phantom spasms from the memory of pimples. My hair was almost, but not quite, out of the perm grow-out and my fashion was less than superb. (Who the hell thought floral print denim was a good thing?). The only thing out of place is the quarter-machine ring by boyfriend at the time gave me that I wore 'till it melted my finger off.
Did I mention the lasers in the background?
No luck.
No way to post pics. :(
Which is so unfortunate cuz y'all haven't even SEEN ugly til you've seen my middle school gaukwardness.
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