Bad haircuts. Corny messages. Overly baggy clothes and Scarborough ghetto-fabness from back in the day (or was that only me?). Just some of the few gems you glimpse when flipping through old high school yearbooks. You can’t make up memories like these.
I met with Malaika & Kelvin this weekend to go over album options, when a different kind of album made an appearance. Every once in a while, Kelvin would flip through Malaika’s high school yearbook (what up, Churchill!) and flip it towards me and ask, “Is this you?!” I would groan, hide my face in shame and wish I could go back in time to tell my old self not to get that dreaded haircut or buy those awful clothes — Self, short haircuts that make us look like a boy… not a good idea. Ever.
No. I will not be showing that photo. But, I did say I would show the ridiculousness of my yearbook signing habits in a previous post. In particular, when I decide to take up an entire page and continue the note for the next 65 pages along the bottom margin. The kind of stuff I did in high school. Good times.
Happy Random Sunday!