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digging up old school photos

I needed to supply a photo of me as a five-year-old for a current project, so I dug up my old first-grade school yearbook. Here's my mug shot, which I notice I carefully circled and labelled:

I'm almost completely blind in this photo. I got glasses a few months after it was taken, and I remember exclaiming to the optometrist, '...but you're so small!' as all the fuzzy edges came off her. (I also remember her being a bit pleased about me saying that.) The specs were thick, clearish plastic, purple on top and pink on the bottom. I got badly teased about them, but not any more than I was already getting.

Here's the yearbook's front page. I went to a Dutch Reform school near Seattle, which was a very strange place, but the teachers and staff were well-meaning.

The kids were not so well meaning. Just a closeup of that photo, there. I remember some of these kids, they were HORRIBLE.

Some day I will make a comic about what happened on the hour-and-a-half school bus ride, where we went all around the twisty coastal roads of a nearby island before I'd get dropped off near home. Sometimes my mother would have pity and collect me from school or one of the nearer bus stops.

Here's my lovely first art teacher, named Charlie Brown (for real, just like the Peanuts character). The best days were when I had after-school oil painting classes and didn't have to go on the school bus. He was very kind to me, I will always be grateful to him.

Here's my first-grade class and Mrs Roach. Whom I thought looked a teeny bit like an older version of Elizabeth Taylor.

The page next to it has everyone in candid group photos, but mine shows me by myself. I remember those dungarees well. I wore a lot of dungarees, and loved playing with my Tonka trucks in the sandbox with my next-door neighbour, Christopher, and riding our plastic Big Wheels down the steep driveway.

(You can see a few more pictures if you click on the childhood tag.)



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Mar. 24th, 2011 11:27 am (UTC)
Mrs Roach ? Really ?

I always find religious schools to be a bit scary. But then religion in general tends to always scare me a bit.
Mar. 24th, 2011 11:29 am (UTC)
As I said, it was a bit of an odd place! But any school has a mix of people, it had all sorts. I just remember my first few years being total hell. But mostly because of the other kids, and I didn't help things by being terribly awkward.
Mar. 24th, 2011 01:20 pm (UTC)
It's the grin!
Mar. 25th, 2011 12:30 am (UTC)
There was a Mrs. Roach at my elementary school as well! She wasn't a teacher though, just some sort of aid. And she definitely did not look like Liz.
Mar. 25th, 2011 12:43 pm (UTC)
Aw, cheers, Jonathan!

Yeah, Roach is a bit of an unfortunate name in some respects, but there was a Mr Roach in The Secret Garden, the head gardener (who was reputedly 'very grand' although I don't think we met him) and that's always been one of my favourite books.
Mar. 25th, 2011 01:44 am (UTC)
You remind me of getting my own first glasses, at what was probably about the same time... I recall wondering at how tiny my optician looked, just after going ":0 TREES HAVE LEAVES."
Mar. 25th, 2011 12:46 pm (UTC)
Oh my goodness, it was such a moment! Yes, I remember the leaves, too! Whenever people ask, 'at which point in history do you wish you could visit?', I always have to ask about eyewear or laser surgery first. Can't imagine being in ancient Greece wearing my specs.

So what did you think of Scrivener's Moon, or do I have to wait for the review? :)
Mar. 25th, 2011 12:53 pm (UTC)
*about the same age. Why "time"? Derp.

Ooh, I should really write my own review, shouldn't I? But it's a bit strange and awkward having actually sort-of helped write it in a few places...
Mar. 25th, 2011 12:56 pm (UTC)
Even better! You can talk about issues you discussed and the things you brought to it. You'll have a great unique angle. Let me know if you do get around to it and I'll flag it on my blog. :)
Mar. 25th, 2011 01:11 pm (UTC)
You make a persuasive argument... Very well, a review there shall be. Once I'm done with this bit of dissertation prep :(

I just sent Philip the finished version of Blood on the Tracks, my own Fever-time story, conceived around the same time as SM and largely inspired by the nomady bits. I hope he likes it...
Mar. 25th, 2011 03:06 am (UTC)
aww you look so adorable in those pictures :D

i love that yuck with a throwing up face is doodled under one the pictures.
Sorry you had to deal with the horrible kids, I was bullied through out school so understand how crap it can be.
Mar. 25th, 2011 12:47 pm (UTC)
Funny thing is, I don't remember that girl, Emily, being particularly nasty! I think we all took turns being vile, ha ha...
Mar. 25th, 2011 04:52 pm (UTC)
My primary school Head was Mrs Cakebread - a perfect name for the job. My first secondary school's tutor was called Mrs De'ath. Not such a good omen.
Mar. 25th, 2011 05:35 pm (UTC)
You are SO joking. Mrs De'ath??!
Mar. 25th, 2011 06:12 pm (UTC)
Would this face lie?
Nope, on my honour. Mrs De'ath, French Teacher. I spent most of the time making puddles with my fountain pen and turning them into mini rorschachs.

Edited at 2011-03-25 06:13 pm (UTC)
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