School Picture day

It happens every year... There's no escaping it. And if you thought you escaped it after graduation, all it takes is becoming a teacher to dredge back to the surface some of the most ridiculous, unflattering pictures of yourself. You know, the ones that were printed and labeled in over 1200 leather bound copies each year. An homage to that autographed treasure, here are my yearbook pictures from the good ole days.

I'm sure I was President of FHA...and look at those pearls!

I lost the pearls for my uber fabulous glasses...

Pretty sure this one resulted in an animal rights movement due to the death of whatever small furry creature is on my head.

In the words of Weezer: "Oh oh oh I look just like Buddy Holly"

And the pearls just keep getting bigger!

I had a two page spread with this hair!

Words have failed me. And so has my hair :(

Highly flammable jerri-curls and sky high shoulder pads borrowed from the football team.

This could totally explain global warming. My apologies Mr. Gore.

I can not begin to describe the hours of entertainment provided by this site. Seriously. I don't know who the original models were but they have got to be mortified that these have resurfaced. And lest you think the guys be left out, there are some pretty sweet photo ops for them as well. Now, which of these should I sneak into the yearbook?