How Brave Are You?

I was looking through some photos for a contest for the ‘Oklahoma Living’ magazine.  Bro had seen the story for a new photo contest for the magazine and tore it out and gave it to me.  But I digress…

In going through my files I happened across the dreaded “school photos” section.  I decided that since I’m rather brain dead today that I needed to do a post with some of these photos and ask you all… are you brave enough to publish your school photos?

This, technically, is not a ‘school’ photo but I wanted to share it anyway.  This was my first day of kindergarten.

This photo was taken before the above photo.  I was so anxious to go to school that I was just dancing in the back yard.  I wanted them to hurry up so I could go to school.  Little did I know that sixty years later I would be sitting here fixing to show my dreaded school photos to potentially the world. 

Are you ready for this?

This would have been about first grade.  Silly me, I didn’t think to check dates on these and they are in a box somewhere… but I don’t really think that accuracy matters with school photos.

This photo was my second grade picture and, oddly enough since it is one of the dreaded school photos, is my favorite ever photo of me.  Don’t ask why because I couldn’t tell you.  I think it is the twinkle in my eyes but anyway it’s my favorite of me.

Third grade…  will I ever grow into my teeth?  And whatever happened to the blingy bow tie with the huge rhinestones in it?  Was it my fashion statement or my mom’s or one of my sisters? 

Fourth grade… do you remember pin curls?  That’s what these had to be because the curls don’t start right at my scalp like a perm would have… The hair-do does make me look like I have thick hair, though, which was nice looking back because my hair is and was very fine and very straight.

I decided to throw this one in because this, while not a school photo, was a photo at school.  We were learning to play the violin and while my bow hand is wonderful, my neck hand looks like I have a death grip on my violin.  It also must have been a jeans day because we girls only got to wear breeches on special days.  I thought the other girl was prissy because she was wearing a skirt and blouse and why would you wear a skirt on a jeans day, for crying out loud, unless you were  a prissy girly-girl?

  Fifth grade… no curls here… you can see how straight my hair is in this one.  It must have been taken in the fall because of me having a sweater on over my blouse.

And to wind up this post… sixth grade.  I’m not quite sure how I created this hair style…  Parted on the left side but then my bangs going from right to left.  This is a very good example of how inept I was at doing my hair and I never ever improved.  This is the reason I wear my hair short now and have for many years.

Well I’ve had about all the fun I can stand for tonight with school photos and it’s just after 10 p.m. so I need to get this posted to continue my posting streak.  How about it?  Are you brave enough to post even one ‘school photo’?  After hearing people talk for years about how lousy their school pictures were I just got curious…

See y’all tomorrow!  And since it will be Saturday, game day, GO O.U.!!!   BOOMER SOONER!