I have taken my share of imperfect pictures.
And yet, in all of my 29 years, 11 months and 1 day, I’ve yet to have taken one as terrible as this:
I was in the 5th grade.
I HATED 5th grade!
And it showed.
Look at those eyes. They are gazing into the camera as if to say, “I’m in hell here, people. Please send help.”
Not only did I have the worst teacher that year, I also had the worst hair.
The day before the first day of school, I decided I wanted a perm.
As a result, I learned a very important lesson that I have taken with me into adulthood:
NEVER make ANY major hair decision the day before ANYTHING!
Never turn 11 again!