Way Back on a Wednesday

When I was in high school..

(Forgive me for these tiny photos, they’re from my old webshots account. Yes. Webshots.)

 

I wore glasses everyday but not by choice (at least until senior year.)

 

 

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I could barely tame my hair, nor had I found a great stylist with whom I could 

 establish that crucial client/artist relationship. 

 

 

I felt I did not fit in with my mainly Caucasian classmates/neighbors.

 

 

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Yet I had a secret crush on an incredibly intelligent Jewish boy..

 

 

My sense of style was mediocre at best, far too often I played it safe 

for fear of looking weird or being seen as more different than I already was.

 

 

When prom rolled around I went over my allotted budget only because it

was about the 11th dress I had tried on and my mother was tiring fast.

 

I loved that dress.

 

Reading was my escape and sports somewhat my social saving grace.

 

I always left my computer on in case someone wanted to IM

my thoughtfully crafted (loser) AOL Instant Messenger away message.

 

Then I got a T-Mobile Sidekick. Wow I was cool.

 

 

 

Life changed so dramatically when I left for a more diverse environment

filled with people of varying economic backgrounds.

 

 

What was your high school persona like?

Dress? Mannerisms? Important moments?