My sister recently came across some of my old photos that were in our mom’s things. Included were the proofs for my senior pictures. I never liked my senior pictures. Trying to fit into a school that I had only just transferred to in 11th grade was hard enough, but my mom scheduled me to go to a photographer that was not the photographer that all my classmates went to. Therefore, my photos were totally different than everyone else’s making me more of an outcast than I already felt.
Now I can laugh at those proofs. Especially this one. What was that photographer thinking?