My picture is not there. This had to be a mistake; there is no way I am actually seeing this. I scan over the class photos again. Surely, I am going blind. It has to be impossible for a school to not include a student in the yearbook. I read the list of names and stare blankly at my classmate's photos. I am not there. I was left out of my school's yearbook. One of my fondest childhood memories was going through my mother’s high school yearbooks. Nothing could make me grin more than lightly teasing my mother about her puffy, permed hair and peculiar fashions choices as we scanned through those yearbooks together. It was an insight of how my mother looked, what she did, and the kind of person she was at my age. Looking through all of her photos and hearing the stories, I cannot help but wonder if we would have been close friends. I will forever savor these moments with my mother because they brought us closer together. I may not be the student body president, but I am heavily involved in the school. That is what made my missing photo seem so strange. I overhear one girl say, "Oh wow, that is not a good photo of me." Everyone is eagerly flipping through the …show more content…
Being upset would not cause the school the reprint the yearbook, so I knew it was time figure out a solution. There was disappointment because my children will never get the opportunity to laugh at my soon-to-be outdated clothes and hairstyle in my junior year yearbook like I had with my mother. I soon realized that the yearbook is not what my mother and I bonded over. It was undoubtedly entertaining to go through her yearbooks, yet the cherished memories mean more because we shared them together. The photos would not hold as much value if my mother did not have hilarious stories and anecdotes to accompany them. In fact, my favorite photograph of my mother in her high school years does not come from the
It was my senior year of high school, I was sixteen, getting ready to turn seventeen. It was my senior year of high school. I was not your typical girl wearing makeup everyday and worrying about getting dolled up for school. I did not play sports. Don’t get me wrong, I would get all dolled up if I had something special to do like go to a school dance. I had a part time job at Olive garden because my parents motto was “if you do not play a sport you need to work!” My mom used to say to me “you know Alana back in my time I was not able to work so you are very lucky you're able to work.
Growing up most, not all, children are impulsive and think that they should everything their heart desires. When they do not get it they become upset, sometimes throwing temper tantrums. These things can be the newest and greatest toy, having a more sophisticated life, or a parent that is estranged. What they do not know is that it is usually for the best when they do not get everything they want. In Reunion and Everyday Use, readers learn that it does not always turn out the way they think it should when they try to reconnect with the past or try to put the past on display instead of honoring it with love.
It was the fourth year of my school carrier. In other words, the year of truth if I would make the cut to the higher education track. I was nervous because I knew that I would be capable of going this route, but I the feeling of concern was stronger because I haven’t had performed very well in my fourth year so far. At the end of the school year, I received the shocking news that I didn’t make the cut to go to the school which would have had allowed me to go to University later on in my life. I was sad, disappoint in myself, and lost self-esteem in my educational abilities. At this time, I was more embarrassed then able to realize the real benefit of a system which early on tracks children’s
My senior year stands out among the rest. Coming into my senior year of high school, I hoped that I would have a nice, quiet, enjoyable, and memorable year. However, it ended up being the worst year ofmy four years in high school. Within the stretch of a week and a half, there were four bomb threats made at our school. On the days of each threat there was a note found in the girls' lavatory.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
As our yearbooks are taken from our shelves and our photo albums are cracked open once again, our kids will certainly be curious to ask:
Continue to seek out addresses and phone numbers of the classmates. Check the missing classmates list, and
I transferred at a local highschool nearby, and by nearby I mean two trips on a train. The school was named Silver High Academy. Well, technically I was transferred long ago. It was my first time spending winter here. Anyways, on my way to school, I noticed that a large crowd of freshmen were gathering at the gym, men and girl alike.
Throughout high school I hadn’t seen all the work that went into homecoming, I just knew it looked great. The night before homecoming I passed the cafeteria on the way to our football game to see that there weren’t any decorations. I went in to see what was going on and I found out that this year there wasn’t a homecoming committee. I then went to the teacher who usually handles those kinds of things to find out what happened. She told me that she would not be setting up this year and decorations would be left to us. Prior to that day, she hadn’t told anyone that help was needed. Knowing this was my last homecoming and something that everyone was looking forward to I had to do something. I returned to help blow up balloons and to put up the
Every Thursday, I report to yearbook after school until three o'clock. My only job was to tag people in photos and to help out with other tasks. Attending yearbook sometimes interfered with school work because sometimes I had to complete
I recollect in ninth grade thinking that it'd be so cool to be on yearbook. Yearbook students knew which classes everybody was in, they knew which kids were into what extracurricular, and maybe above all, they knew everybody at school. From green beans to seniors to personnel,
My hair was pinned up in a beautiful updo and I was wearing a beautiful green dress. I would sit atop a car and wave to everyone in the crowd as Geneva high school’s senior homecoming attendant. Usually, in the homecoming parade, I would be cheering alongside my fellow cheerleaders, but this year I wasn’t able to. Oh no, there this that feeling creeping back up again. I took a deep breath, and made my way to the car. As I sat in wait for the parade to begin, I noticed all the groups of people that were to walk in the parade. All the little league baseball players, softball players, and cheerleaders. Would they too feel as emotionally distraught as I do for their senior year? I heard the fire truck alarm ring through the air; the parade has begun. As my car moved along, my hand waved in the air. I noticed many of my friends and family. The smiles on their faces and even some tears in their eyes. Their little girl has finally grown up. I forced a smile and pushed back tears. This should be a happy moment, but the sadness overflowed within me. I don’t want this to be the last homecoming I’m ever truly a part of. I don’t want to watch other classes from the crowd. Could I not stay in high school forever? I laughed at that thought, as if I would really want to stay in high school forever. I guess my mother could sense some sadness coming from me, she looked up at me from the passenger side as if to ask me if I’m alright, I give her a reassuring
We headed down to the principal’s office. My heart was pounding. It felt like it was pumping more blood then it needed to pump. The time it took to reach the principal’s office felt like a million years. We were in the office and my teacher showed the picture to the principal. There it was; the inevitable. This was bound to happen. How did I not see this coming? Why did I just ignore my noggin? The principal said, “How ignorant! Three days of in-school-suspension.” My life was draining by the second. It felt as if I was thrown into a dark chamber filled with corpses. Now I realized to always listen to the authority. My life lesson learned: Take policies seriously. No matter what you say to get out of situations, policy always comes out first.
When I was young, I drew a picture of my mother. It was her standing in a yard with a house in the background. It wasn't our house, and my mother looked like anyone but herself. Dressed entirely in green, with green hair and a green expression on her green face, she stood in front of a green two-story house surrounded by a green landscape. Green was her favorite color, and I wanted to make a surprise out of the drawing for her.
You’ll never know how awful it felt to have to hear the whole class talk about a recent outing, or a movie they all watched together and just sit quiet and have nothing to say. I was always the one who wasn’t there when I could’ve been. By now, you should know I am not the typical teenager who goes out often or wears trendy clothes or eats famous food or knows the latest news about celebrities or even spends that much time on the phone, laptop or someplace else. I’m the type of fifteen year-old who does chores every day, reads a book spare time or not, stays home at every attempt of asking for permission to go elsewhere, and wears hand-me-down clothes. Most times I turned down invitations from friends, because aside from the fact that there were small chances of me being allowed to go, I didn’t have the money in spending. And I wasn’t raised to ask for it from anyone, not even my parents. We were given just what ...