there is a story to this i guess but it’s more like an inside joke or would you call it an inside memory?
(that sounds totally dumb)
anywho- we formed a photo society during junior year and somehow morphed the acronym to spell S.P.O.R.K.S.-
which seems really ridiculous and unecessary now but then it was completely appropriate.
Andrew Mitcham was voted president of our photo society and I think I was vice president?
I actually don’t remember but for some reason i think I was V.P. because we were the only people allowed to put our giant chair stool things on top of the tables to sit during the meetings.
Now that I think about it- I was also the Vice President of the German club.
I was much more well-adjusted and involved in high school than I originally thought.
First the letter jacket, now this?
Why was I so angry and convinced that I was such a freak of nature compared to everyone else in my high school?
I vividly remember feeling like i was completely on a different wavelength than basically everyone I knew-
perhaps this was a side effect of my (then) yet-to-be-diagnosed bipolar?
On second thought, I think it literally might have been some sort of teenage hormonal delusion.
Mystery solved?
p.s. this photo sucks!
