Last Thursday, as is the custom with every graduating class since the 80s, we took a panoramic photograph outside the school's "stadium," forever engraving ourselves in a chemical reaction of paper and light-sensitive plates.
The pictures were ready the next day and this afternoon, after staying home sick from school, I rolled out the photo and began to look at it closely under my bedroom lamp. First, I located myself. Bing! Someone told me Friday I had a bulldog face-- probably because I didn't smile. Fuck, should have smiled.
As I scanned the photo, I saw the archenemy. It's weird to note when I said the whole "cute button" thing two weeks back, I had glanced at him for maybe two seconds. Seeing him there, though, smiling into the camera's aperture... looking like a fucking cute son-of-a-bitch.
Personally, I realized that this forever will be a physical record, in color, of how we all looked like on September 22, 2011 at 10:22 AM. Of course, we can all look back at this picture 15 years from now and utter: "Holy shit, what the fuck was I thinking." I will cherish this photograph, not only as a reminder of how I appeared a certain Thursday morning, not of how the archenemy and I feuded, but of all the memories that are sure to be made in these next upcoming months before we say good-bye to adolescence and begin our travel on the dirty, dusty road that is Life.
The pictures were ready the next day and this afternoon, after staying home sick from school, I rolled out the photo and began to look at it closely under my bedroom lamp. First, I located myself. Bing! Someone told me Friday I had a bulldog face-- probably because I didn't smile. Fuck, should have smiled.
As I scanned the photo, I saw the archenemy. It's weird to note when I said the whole "cute button" thing two weeks back, I had glanced at him for maybe two seconds. Seeing him there, though, smiling into the camera's aperture... looking like a fucking cute son-of-a-bitch.
Personally, I realized that this forever will be a physical record, in color, of how we all looked like on September 22, 2011 at 10:22 AM. Of course, we can all look back at this picture 15 years from now and utter: "Holy shit, what the fuck was I thinking." I will cherish this photograph, not only as a reminder of how I appeared a certain Thursday morning, not of how the archenemy and I feuded, but of all the memories that are sure to be made in these next upcoming months before we say good-bye to adolescence and begin our travel on the dirty, dusty road that is Life.
*** The archenemy: if you ever read this, I just want you to know....
love the "new" hair-do. Seriously, it makes you look even more [you-know-what]
than when we began to feud.
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