Part of me is doubting my sanity for posting this on the internet. The other part of me thinks it’s just hilarious. Well, well, well. Being home has provided ample opportunities for me to stroll down memory lane. I went to the same school for 7 years. (It was a private school for middle-highschool). This week I’m pulling out the yearbooks for your amusement.
6th grade:
(I was clearly still experimenting with how to use a curling iron)
7th grade:
(The Chubby Years)
8th grade:
(HAHAHA!
How did I have friends?
Also I didn’t spontaneously grow two blue moles that year-
there was ink on this page)
(See, same yearbook- no blue moles. I’m the one of the left
I bet I thought that lace-up shirt was really cool)
9th grade:
(Still in the braces years and hadn’t discovered the straightener)
:
(Confession: I was Academic All-American in swimming.)
10th grade:
(I don’t really have words for this one)
11th grade:
(I wish I could go back in time and tell myself to get layers and a straightener.)
12th grade:
(Finally, the awkward caterpillar is transitioning to the awkward butterfly.
Yes that’s my senior quote. Yes it’s from “Ferris Bueller”)
(Underneath your senior photo in the yearbook was a baby photo.
This is Baby Amanda)
(Candid senior yearbook photo of my bestie and me.
Besties from the age of 10. Besties still.
She’s beautiful, right? Right!)
