The best part about high school is the memories – at least that’s what the movies have told me. But the only pictures most people have from their high school experience are photos of band concerts, awkward prom dates and the obligatory graduation cap photo. During my junior year of high school, I decided to change this photo fate. I bought a disposable camera and brought it to school.
The camera was a hit. After all, what’s better than a bunch of teenagers running around taking photos of each other? I took photos of my friend Jacob, who we all called Bob, holding up a sign that said “pants.” Someone took a shot of Nathaniel, the quiet, suspicious one, holding up his hand angrily.
The photos – most of which I have no use for – remain a bright spot of my high school career. Including one of my friends Claire, Jacob and I smiling in the back of our science teacher’s homeroom.
Oh, and the best part of the purchase? I didn’t buy it. My mom did.