Recently, Mom found a box of stuff in her attic, a box that included such goodies as the following PAINFUL grade school photos of yours truly. These photos were taken in the late seventies. We all were ugly then.

If you click on the indicated photos, a new browser window will open containing a large photo of my entire class. The class photos are great fun. I've identified as meany people as I can, but maybe Dave and Andrew can help identify more.

Here I am in Mrs. Vogeltanz's second-grade class (click my photo to open large 257k image of entire class in separate window):

I had Mrs. Clarke for third grade. That was the first year I thought of school as fun. It was also the first year of my chronic "I really should get a haircut" disease, a disease that's stuck with me all my life (click my photo to open large 302k image of entire class in separate window):

Mr. Zagyva taught my fourth-grade class. That was a fun year, too, though apparently I was too tired to keep my eyes open on school picture day (click my photo to open large 241k image of entire class in separate window):

This is fun: a regular foldedspace reader is in two of the class photos:

 

Andrew Parker and I were good friends in grade school, on up into junior high. (Then he changed schools and I hardly saw him any more.) He was a good guy then; he's a good guy now.

What surprised me, though, was this photo from the second-grade class picture:

For the life of me, that looks like a young Mitch Sherrard. I doubt that it is, but who knows?

Along with these class pictures, Mom found a couple of other beauts:

 

Is it any wonder I wasn't popular with my classmates in sixth grade, seventh grade, eighth grade? Look at me!

This is my favorite photo of the bunch. I'm playing goalkeeper for what I believe is Charlie Lam's soccer team:

This looks like a scrimmage at Ackerman more than anything else. I'd guess I'm in sixth grade here, but I could be a freshman in high school for all I know. The fellow on the left edge of the photo looks like Greg Hess, who has been coaching girls soccer at the high school in recent years. I'm not sure about the others.

Thanks, Mom, for finding these treasures. I'd love to see more if you have them.

On Monday, I'll share more painfully awkward stuff found in the box: high school poetry. The stuff makes me wince.

(For more info on my life as a social misfit, read Geek Squad and TAG Science. Also, don't forget the t-ball entry I posted late yesterday.)

On this day at foldedspace.org

2004 — Invasion of Privacy   During my freshman year at Willamette, I stayed in the dorm over Thanksgiving weekend. Late Friday morning, the phone began to ring in the room next door.

2003 — Extrovert   How did I get here? When did I pass from being and introvert to being an extrovert?

2002 — Minor Redesign   This site isn't the most elegant one you'll find, and it's not the most technically advanced site you'll find. In fact, there are a lot of things that are less than ideal about it. But I built it. It's mine. It reflects who I am.