My grammar school classmate posted our 1981 yearbook on facebook. Since all of my yearbooks along with most childhood mementoes were misplaced (i.e. thrown out) when my parents moved to Florida, I haven't seen this probably since 1981. Here are a few things I learned about my 1981 self:
- I apparently participated in something called the Math Fair. Not only do I not remember said Math Fair, I barely remember how to multiply
- I used to have neat, teenaged girl curly cue handwriting instead of my current scrawl
- I wanted to be a lawyer. Not an airline stewardess, not a soap star, but a boring old lawyer. Of all the childhood dreams I must have had, why did this one have to come true?
- Although I was a cheerleader, I was the dorky one stuck in the back of the picture.
- I was voted most cheerful. Now I may be a lot of things, but cheerful I am not. Not even back in 1981. I have a feeling, since I was new to the school, they voted me most cheerful because there wasn't a category for "girl we don't know that well but who seems nice enough"
- the Dorothy Hammil wedge is not a good look.