The Yearbook

I just spent half an hour looking through my 1984 yearbook.

I can't say it was a very uplifting half hour.

It's very unprofessionally done, even for 1984.

Lots of the same people photographed over and over again.

Anyhow. Just for fun. I'm going to make judgment calls on people by looking at their senior pictures. Since I don't know who is lurking here, if you really want to know, get out your Howell High School Torch, Volume 55.

Front cover says, "What d'ya expect?" Inside cover says, "We're from Howell." What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Okay, flipping through the Howell High School 1984 Yearbook, some of the things I have revisited:

Burnout or a Jock?
Great Seniors.
Super Seniors
1984 is Here
Hey You!
Friends Forever!
etc etc ad nauseum.

Looking at individual pictures of my classmates, I can only think, "Yep, considered a dork then, very successful now; used to be homely, hot now; lorded it over all of us then, lives in a trailer park now."

I know, I am not very charitable. But I do believe in karma.

The one predominant thing I notice: I have never seen so much feathered hair in one place at one time, after looking at my year book.

Comments

[Sarah]

I too spent time this past weekend looking at my yearbook, and was left feeling much like Lisa. I wondered why there was this clique of people who had every personal moment documented in the yearbook. Didn't they own their own photo albums? We graduated with nearly 450 kids, yet you see the same 15 in every candid shot. My only question, where in the hell were the advisors?