LaskiGal tasked us with posting our prom pics. And since I’m an over-achiever (read: goody-two-shoes) and my dance pics weren’t all that bad (since big hair had started to fall by mid-high school for me), I added a few others to showcase my daily hair in 7th-10th grades:
Top one is me and my "twin" Carin in 9th grade (we were called twins by those around us…reasons why deserve a post of their own). Bottom one is of me and my best friend from middleschool and highschool, Heather. We’re in 8th grade. As you can see, I was dangerous with the hairspray. And mousse. And gel. And back-combing.
Top pic is my Senior Homecoming…and I went with Freshman (commence taunts). Bottom one is me (the short bigmouth laughing her head off in the back) with my fellow band members after our induction into NHS (commence more taunting). And yes, that is Richie Rebel behind us because even though I was in the Chicago suburbs, I apparently went to a high school in the deep south. We shot cannon fire after every football touchdown. Thanks to our poor football skillz, the neighborhood surrounding the school on game night rarely got rocked by cannon fire.
This is Senior Winter dance at my boyfriend’s highschool. They had way more money than my highschool, so they could get a decent photographer with a stool and real balloons. Like the permed hair? It was perpetually spiral-permed from late 6th grade until sometime in college.
My Senior Prom–can’t quite tell, but my dress and dyables were a light peachy-pink. Same dud as last photo. Foolishly kept him around 3 more years. Silver lining? If I hadn’t followed this one to Ball State, who knows if I would’ve met Justin:
Very shortly after dropping the Zero, I found my Hero! Yep, that would be Justin in the top pic with the BLONDE hair about a month after we first met and started dating. The bottom two are from a couple months later for his Fraternity Winter dance. As you can see, I was very lucky to find someone as nutty as me. Our antics in formal situations didn’t end at dances, but our wedding, too.
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