I DON'T.
My god, has it been two months and three weeks already? Wow. Well, seventh grade, here I come. But first, I had to go through the painful 15 minute process of "turn your head slightly to the right, hon... no that's too far... a little more inward... nope too much... now tilt slightly to the left.... no don't turn your head, just.... ugh! To the right... less. Less. LESS!...Aaand.... perfe-- wait! NO! Tilt your HEAD!..." and so on.
Wish me luck! =D
Looks like a good picture. I'm surprised the woman spent so much time with you. Usually it's sit down, click, and who cares if your eyes are closed or your smile is crooked or your neck looks like a length of pipe. I can point to maybe one or two school photos through the years that I liked, the rest being pretty lousy. So congratulations on starting 7th grade.
ReplyDeleteSeventh grade used to be the start of what we used to call junior high. I didn't know a soul when I started Walter Reed. I cried to myself in the quad at lunch for the first few days. Then I got used to Fitz, Mertens, Lawson, Cluck, Ledgehead, and CEMREL (the math books in IHP). And the rest, as Mertens would say, is history.
ReplyDeleteThat last comment was posted by Daddy, by the way. And this one too.
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