Well, I’m officially a pregnant insomniac. Every night I get into bed and lay there for at least an hour, tossing, turning, and cursing Grey’s hot breath, before I finally pass out. Last night though, it took even longer to fall asleep, so I decided to entertain myself by looking at my old grade school yearbooks. I was NOT disappointed.
First, let me say I have an abnormal recollection of my school experience in kindergarten through eight. I can name every teacher I ever had and still draw diagrams of my former classroom seating charts. I attended Catholic school and graduated with a class of sixty, and I still feel closer to those kids than some members of my extended family. I guess spending 9 years with people will do that to you.
So looking at these yearbooks was a pleasant blast from the past. The pictures alone in these vintage LifeTouch yearbooks are priceless! The mullets. The turtlenecks. The XL plaid shirts. All such staples from the late 80s and 90s when I was in grammar school. Then there are the notes within the books. Hilarious “remember whens” and obscene references to our principal’s penis scribbled all over the fading pages had me literally crying with laughter as I flipped through.
But then of course my pregnant emotional side came out, because as much as I enjoyed my late-night perusing of these mementos, looking at them made me sad too. I found myself getting pissed I couldn’t remember inside jokes that my friends and I swore we’d “never forget” and feeling melancholy about the nonsensical nonsense classmates scrawled in the books. Plus, the blue sky background of the photos seems so sky’s-the-limit that it’s hard to imagine any of the kids in the pictures ending up as a cashier at Wal-Mart or a divorced exotic dancer with four babies with different dads. But I guess that’s what’s so great about these LifeTouch yearbooks — they capture the moment in time, not the future!!