I stumbled onto a treasure while cleaning up some boxes at my parents place the other day, and it’s something I just had to share: my grade eight yearbook! Now, it’s seen better days, and even to begin with it was just a low budget photocopied, plastic coil-bound book, but I thought it was pretty cool. It’s about thirty pages long, so there was no way I was going to take iPhone pics of the whole thing. However, I did think our bios were worth sharing. 😉 So here we are, the Bishop Klein grade eight class of 1990 – 1991:
Early in the school year, the staff at Mayfair Community School invited students and their families to come in and have their picture taken by a fauxtographer at no charge. Normally, we wouldn’t have been interested. However, this particular set of photos was going to be used for a special project – and we definitely wanted the girl to be able to be involved.
Since I have such a HUGE aversion (and rightly so) to posed studio portraiture, we dressed in a corny theme. I figure if we’re going to have it done, let’s poke a little fun at the whole process while we do it. So we each put on our Blue Jays jerseys – and headed off to the girl’s school.
It was everything I hate about studio shots by folks who really don’t know what they’re doing as far as composition goes (which is about what I expected). Sit here. Lean this way. Turn your head towards the camera. No, not that much. Tilt your face to the right. Put your arm here. Now hold it…. There you have it! The world’s worst family photo! BUT! It’s for such a cool project, so I suck it up, smile, and say nothing – until I blog all about it, and then I can rip on the entire process and mock the whole thing – ’cause that’s just how I roll. heh heh
So, what was so cool that I felt the need to force us to endure such torture? Well, it was the Mayfair Family Tree:
I couldn’t fit it all into the frame on my little iPhone… but I think it gives you a good idea of what we’re looking at. 🙂 And it’s pretty darn cool! Even better? They put our family photo near the bottom, where the kid can actually reach it to show people.
Very much worth the humiliation of a terrible family photo, don’t cha think?