Picture day is the single most important day of the school year. It's the day when you get to take a staged picture that all of your parents and your peers will remember you by. Assuming the yearbook committee doesn't make cuts, the way you look on picture day is how your classmates will remember high school you for the rest of your life, which, I'll admit, has its ups and its downs.
I probably come off as someone who reveled in the opportunity to create a lasting memory of myself, but I actually hated it. I was a late bloomer who wore braces until my senior year. My better days were ahead of me, and I knew it. My mother, on the other hand, didn't seem to care. Every year she would order the deluxe photo package complete with a dozen wallet sized copies that she distributed to family members — ugh. Sometimes I wished I had taken photos that were so bad my mother refused to buy them. Knowing her, she would have sent me back for a retake.
