I woke up and took a shower. (Please note: I used every possible tool to smell good for people that I haven't seen in three months.) I got out of the shower and blow dried my hair. It seemed to have turned out fantastic in my mind. Then I brushed and flossed my teeth. I made absolutely positive nothing passed my lips afterward, so that I wouldn't have a surprise salad snack during my picture. Then, I put on cover up (Because even though I opted for the no-zit option in my photo, everyone knows there is not a Photoshop for real life.) and eventually foundation. I put on my carefully picked outfit and felt pretty good, I really spent a lot of time on this aspect because it's important even though in a picture you can only see one quarter of your body. I then sat around and waited for the clock to strike one.
Eventually, my father and I left for the school. We met up with Bestfriend and got into a very very long line. Neither of us were sure what exactly we were in line for but, regardless, we got in line. After a nerve wracking five minutes of waiting, I began to break the fever I've had for days. I became more aware of the fact that I was sweating and started thinking that people around me were becoming more aware of it as well. That made me sweat even more. We finally got to the front of the line and the lady asked for my last name. I spelled it for her and she replied with "What was that?" and that made me really nervous and I started becoming self conscious of my last name, my quiet voice and my ability to spell. We left the counter and were directed over through another maze of signs.
We all (the five of us) found our way to the place to get our picture taken. By this point I am increasingly aware that I no longer look like the super model that left my home. Bestfriend and I go to the front table to receive the cards that are (apparently) supposed to make the system run smoother. The man found hers with ease but he asked what my last name was and then it all started again.
"Last name." he said
"Uh (then I spelled it but for safety I won't say it here)" I was starting to get nervous given previous experiences with my difficult last name.
"Huh?" he seemed as puzzled as the last woman.
"(I spelled it again.) That's with a Z." I replied not so calmly.
"Grade?"
"10..." I was really upset and flustered because it was a sophomore only walk through. ONLY SOPHOMORES, SIR.
He handed me the card and I went back to get my photograph taken. Bestfriend and I both went back at the same time, though few glances were exchanged. It was intense. I was upset and nervous and really sweaty. There was a yellow piece of tape on the floor and the stool, that I was perched on, seemed really far away from the tape I was supposed to rest my feet on. I mean, I have short legs, but they're not THAT short. So the lady told me to get into some sort of ridiculous position that involved most of my body facing away from the camera and the glaring toward it with only my head and neck like some sort of mentally ill owl. So I did and she told me she'd count to 3 (I felt like I was getting in trouble.) but she got to 2 and said "WAIT WAIT HOLD IT." then she told me to get up. I was getting flustered. I thought I did something wrong. Then she told me to sit and she began counting to 3 again, but really slowly this time. I was trying to stifle the sneeze that I felt coming long before but there it was *click* it was bad. I waited for it to print out.
I looked at the ASB card in my hand. "I believe you took a picture of the wrong person. Uh... Is my head really that shape? Why is my eye drooping...? I have never smiled like that, WHY NOW?! I must protect the citizens of earth from never seeing this." those were my initial thoughts. I was so ashamed. How is it that all school pictures turn out worse than the one before?! HOW?!
That's the picture from today. Just kidding, I don't know that person.THANK YOU FOR ENDURING SUCH A LONG POST!
