Real Rapid Reincarnations

Ah, high school. Algebra, Home Ec, designer bifocals. Here are photographic mementos of my own tender high school yearbook years. The longest four years of my life.


1952
1952 – Weekly allowance secretly finances Keruoic’s “Dharma Bums”


1958
1958 – Getting feet wet in Junior Executive secretarial pool


1962
1962 – Top real estate agent in the tri-county


1964
1964 – Social justice is my passion



1966 – I’d like to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony


1968
1968 – Woodstock is for freaks


1972
1972 – As a stewardess, I will soar


1978
1978 – Rediscovering my roots, paling around with William Ayers


1980
1980 – Reaganomics roller rink rebel


1984
1984 – Graduate (!!) and shoulder pad entrepreneur


Source: The totally awesome www.yearbookyourself.com

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November 21, 2008
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