It was the fall of 2009. I was a brand-spankin’-new teacher and it was time for school pictures. Being the dutiful, rule-following person that I am I curled my hair, put on some lipstick, and marched myself to the auditorium to get my picture taken for the yearbook.
Imagine my surprise a week or so later when I found this in my mailbox
Twenty-four shiny wallet-sized pictures of my 22-year old young teacher self. After a little inquiry I discovered that the picture people give all the teachers a complimentary photo package. Now what, pray tell, is any adult going to do with 24 wallet sized pictures of themselves?
I scrapbooked one picture for the memories, gave one to Michael, and gave a few to our grandparents…the only other people in the world who I could imagine might want a school picture of anyone past the age of 18.
The rest went in a drawer.
The next year rolls around, and guess what…24 more pictures.
Again, one went in the scrapbook, one to Michael, and a few to family. The rest went in to the drawer. (and on that note…anyone have any great craft ideas to do with 40+ wallet sized photos of myself)
But this year, this year was different. I fixed my hair nice, got my picture taken, the whole nine yards. But sadly, this is all I had in my mailbox:
No packet of wallet-sized shiny pictures. Nothing to scrapbook. Just a proof. A boring old proof form to choose which shot I want in the yearbook…and the option to buy these lovely pictures of myself, of course. And not even a good proof at that – do you see how the shadows make my cheeks look like I’m playing Chubby Bunny? I mean, I know I have round cheeks and all, but those look like they’re going to take over my face.
What a let-down. Apparently teachers don’t get free pictures in this school district. How sad. Whatever will I do? Do I choose the 8x10s? The 5x7s? A plethora of wallets? The combination pack? These are the hard decisions one must ponder.
And those are my deep thoughts on Wednesday.
P.S. If anyone needs a photo of me…
P.P.S. Sarcasm heavily implied during the writing of this post.