So, my apartment was going through some renovations the past week, and as I was sifting through a lot of the nonsense that I accumulated over the years, I found my old high school yearbook under a huge pile of papers and junk. I looked through it, and couldn't even remember 90% of the people in the mostly awkward photos that were taken of them. In addition, I never kept in contact with any of the "friends" that I had after going to college.
So, long story short: I clipped out whatever few prepubescent photos that I found of my teenage self and threw the rest out for recycling.
Even though I graduated over eight years ago, the high school itself is a place that I'd rather not remember. It was located in one of the worst crime/drug areas in Queens, and I was the only kid in the entire class to graduate with an advanced regents diploma
. Class reunions are also out of the question; hell will freeze over before I ever attend one.
Just out of curiousity, what did you guys do with your yearbooks? Or, what do you plan to do with your yearbooks if you ever find them?
So, long story short: I clipped out whatever few prepubescent photos that I found of my teenage self and threw the rest out for recycling.
Even though I graduated over eight years ago, the high school itself is a place that I'd rather not remember. It was located in one of the worst crime/drug areas in Queens, and I was the only kid in the entire class to graduate with an advanced regents diploma
. Class reunions are also out of the question; hell will freeze over before I ever attend one.Just out of curiousity, what did you guys do with your yearbooks? Or, what do you plan to do with your yearbooks if you ever find them?
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