So I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that the majority of your parents took a picture of you on the first day of school each year. My parents were no exception. And since so many of us are finding ourselves posting first day of school pictures of our own kids this week, I thought I'd let you into my past by posting some of my own first day of school pictures.
I've mentioned this before, but most of my childhood pictures are at my mom's house in the family albums. I got the box of reject pictures that didn't quite make the cut. You'll notice very clearly why many of these are rejects. And I'm missing some years all together. I know my mom has been working on scanning in all our albums. So one day I can be the proud owner of the non-reject pictures. Maybe I'll re-post this another year with the keepers.
I'm starting all the way up with 4th grade. I don't have any first day of school pictures for kindergarten, 1st, 2nd, or 3rd grade. I thought for sure I did. Although if you asked, I could probably tell you what I wore. I have an unbelievably good memory when it comes to clothing. This remained my favorite outfit throughout the year.
6th grade (no 5th either) This was before braces...and tweezers apparently. And before any sense of fashion. What was the deal with my hat?
7th Grade. This was my first day of junior high AND my birthday. This still goes down in history as my worst birthday ever. Not one friend remembered my birthday that year because everyone was so caught up in the first day of school. Plus, I was at a new school. And not just any school, junior high. I had to get used to changing from class to class all day. And the only two friends I had going in to 7th grade got all their classes together and not one with me. I didn't know anyone in my classes. I came home and cried for a long time. I hated junior high. This is birthday festivities after school. That must be my cousin, Javin in the picture with me.
8th grade...definitely an improvement over 7th. Nice sneeze picture. Nicer legs. I was all about knee high's this year.
9th grade. First day of high school. Ahh. That's better. I loved everything about high school from day one. Especially this rockin' zipper dress.
10th grade. I'm pretty sure this was not the first day of school...just me trying on my first day of school outfit a couple days before. Yes, I still did that in high school. That explains the bare feet and lack of make-up. I know this is what I wore. Why? I don't know. I saw these pants at Express and thought it was awesome that these cute little 60's pants were in the stores. I thought it'd be awesome and funny to get some. They never quite caught on, but they seemed to be the pre-cursor to the ever popular capri's. The shirt is homemade. I'm pretty sure I made it, but it could have been my mom. Do you remember Mom?
No 11th grade picture.
12th. Yes. I'm posing. I don't really know why. But my clothing choice is a little more mainstream.
I even made my roommates take a picture of me on my first day of college at Utah State. Go Aggies. And I thought high school was fun...college includes some of the best memories of my life.
As a sad ending to this ever so fun post...I was putting my box of pictures away at the top of my closet and I dropped it. My photos that were nicely organized by year only moments ago, are now scattered memories all over my closet.