On the eve on Little Harry’s first day of high school I started feeling a bit nostalgic. I rummaged through the attic this afternoon in hopes of finding my freshman year annual. I kind of wanted to see some of the people that I went to school with and see how much they have changed from what I remember them to look like. I also wanted to compare how I looked versus how the boy looks these days. First of all take a look at these styles and hairdos of the people that share this page with me.
Could you pick me out? I am the goofy looking kid with the “butt-cut” hair and spaced out look in his eyes. I spy with my little eye: mullets, big hair and Def Leppard. Man, do I miss the 80s.
Well, if you can’t tell which one I am here is a close-up with a side-by-side of Little Harry’s most recent school photo:
I think every year he starts to look less and less like me and develop his own characteristics. Odd how that worked out. I figured he would look more like me.
Anyway, I found a couple of interesting items in the annual that I forgot about. There were a few people who signed this book that left amazing highlights:
The highlight of this nice message is where he says, “Whatever you do don’t beat Kevin off for him.“. Thanks for the sage advice Dave, I’ll be sure NOT to do that.
Then there was this classic from my female neighbor that I completely forgot about:
The post script reads, “P.S. Don’t talk about me, it puts a real strain on our our friendship!“. How so very sweet.
Here is my all-time favorite entry from this yearbook from a girl that moved away but has recently become a MySpace friend:
This, of course, is extra funny if you know that earlier in the school year she indeed gave me a hickey in English class. The previous girl, the one who didn’t want me to talk about her, well she had to cover it up with make-up for several weeks so I wouldn’t have this ginormous black and blue mark on my neck.
Well, before I close this it just wouldn’t seem right to not embarrass my best bud, the G-Man. So here he is in all his 9th grade glory. Sorry, man. I had to do it.
It appears that I got way off the subject yet again. I just want to wish my big man, Little Harry, good luck on his first day of high school.
Hee Hee! I’m glad my yearbooks are hidden far far away from you.
What a great pic of Little Harry. You will have to swipe one for us so we can put in on our fridge.
Hope Little Harry has a great year!
Oh, and I’m SO glad you’ll never ever be able to access one of my yearbooks. Joy!:)
I love this. This is great.
I think the resemblance between you in 9th grade and Little Harry now is uncanny. It’s funny looking at that page……so many people I don’t recognize at all. And look at me with the white man’s ‘fro….no wonder I was so popular back in the day! Still, I’d kill to have that hair back nowadays. Ah, memories!
Uh uh – Little Harry looks practically like your twin. He may have changed to you, but there is never any way you or he will ever be able to deny that hereditary connection!!
Love this post!!! I love looking through my yearbooks but it makes me cringe every time. Fun stuff. I’m digging the big hair.
WOW! I remember that! This makes me look a little easy for a 9th grader. hmmmmmm… Maybe I was! Anyway, your blogs are very entertaining as I also miss the 80’s!!! Well, I don’t miss teasing my hair like that or the melted black eyeliner 1/4 inch thick under my eyes, but hey.. some of the clothing styles have returned. I just purchased tight-leg jeans this summer! UGH! Wow… Brian LeBlanc!!!! This is great. Your family is beautiful. You know I have a 9th grade daughter, where does he go to high school? Malerie is at WCHS.