Eyebrow Angst

Age thirteen, at the height of my angst:

This is when Mom could have taken me aside and said, "hey buddy! How about we step into the bathroom and do something about those eyebrows!"

This was taken at my Grandpa's 80th birthday party. They made me play the flute. T-h-e f-l-u-t-e. I am sure this will come up in a future therapy session.

Grade Eight Graduation Angst

I wrote the following journal entry after my grade eight graduation rehearsal. At the time I was coming to terms with the fact that I had won no awards and was perceived as mediocre. Tear!

This is a photo of me that was taken at my graduation ceremony:

Note the gray, metal chairs I spoke of in my journal entry. Also note my butch-tastic hair cut and farmer's tan. And yes, my best friend of the time had made her own dress. How did you guess?!