Summer often brings with it the chance to reconnect with
old longstanding friends, and in August I was fortunate to make a few such connections. As often happens, these visits inspired me to haul out my high school yearbooks. Once you get past the fact that I am incorrectly identified as “Ann” in my grade eleven yearbook, and that the same yearbook charmingly immortalizes the humiliating moment when my math teacher used his map to scrape pigeon poop off my raincoat on a London street, the yearbooks are quite an interesting anthropological study.
Here are a few of my observations:
- Bad hair
days weeksmonths. Did we honestly not KNOW how bad our hair looked in the late seventies? Or did we just not care?
- Political correctness– clearly not an issue! A student council fundraiser in the form of a “Public Slave Auction,” the auctioneer a teacher looking like a Christmas Pageant Wise Man gone rogue in a campy “arab” costume.
- And while we’re on the topic of questionable activities. A mock beauty pageant with a bevy of adolescent males parading across a stage in their Speedos. Hmm.
- How did we not trip on our pants? I estimate that you could produce two pairs of 2014 skinny jeans out of a single leg of those wide-legged numbers I wore back in the day.
- Angsty poety. Doom. Despair. Death. Deeply symbolic trees. Don’t laugh– you wrote it too.
- Fuzzy black and white photos. Given how atrocious our hair looked, perhaps a blessing in disguise.
- Lame photo captions. Did we actually believe those quotes would stand the test of time?
And yet, what I mostly see when I page through these books are the people. Some with whom I’ve long since lost touch. Some with whom, thanks to the magic of social media, I have been able to reconnect. (Some of whom are likely even reading this blog.) I see people who were once a part of my daily life, but whose journeys have taken them to the four corners of the earth, and on to all manner of different adventures that none of us could have imagined back when we were imagining who each of us was “most likely to become…”