Photographs

Look at that hair....

As promised, the cleaning of my room has begun.

Yesterday's cleaning involved me stumbling upon some photo albums from grade school, middle school, and high school.

Many of the pictures I discovered will not be shared. However I will share a few with you now.

But first, let's get this out of the way.

7th grade me had some awesome hair going on.

I find it amusing that it's essentially the same haircut I have now...except now I know how to take care of it...whereas 7th grade me just kinda let it...sit.

BAND GEEK 4EVER

By 11th grade I had figured my hair out.... as shown by this marching band picture.

Please appreciate the awesome band uniform.

Anyone who has known me in the past few years will see that the pony-tail hairstyle I had for...most of undergrad and grad school...was something I had been sporting for years.

(it was also the easiest way to get my hair up into my marching band hat.)



 
But now...let's take a trip down memory lane. Down some SERIOUS memory lane.

Let me introduce you to 9-year-old Michelle at her 9th birthday party.

If you'll notice, I'm in the back row.

My mother had a thing where she would take TONS of pictures at my birthday parties. There would be a large group picture and then a picture of each person with whatever present they got me. It made writing thank-you notes later so much easier.

I have so many other pictures I could share... but for the sake of not embarrassing everyone who was ever in a picture with me while growing up (which is mostly Allie...since she's in most of them), I won't post them.

(I also couldn't get them to scan correctly but we're not going to talk about my technology war right now)

But finding things like this is what makes cleaning my room actually an interesting experience. This is the room I lived in for the first 18 years of my life. All of the things I find are from that time period...anything new is either packed up in the boxes from my apartment that I need to still go through, or has already been sorted in the several moves I've done to and from Ashland and Kent.

I'm dreading going in my closet though. I have no idea what's in there since I haven't opened it since I left for Kent....

Should be interesting.