Then there was me, who always wore a headband or forgot to keep my hair out of a pony-tail. Then weeks later when the photos were printed, they would be delivered to our home-room in a plastic envelope with a little plastic window as a sneak preview to the most permanent picture in your history. Some of us would slip it into our backpacks hoping no one would ask to see them, uh humm...me. And if someone did ask, we'd say, "Just have to wait for the yearbook. :p" Secretly dreading that day. Then after a couple days, there is no longer any talk of the magnificent "Picture Day." READ MORE! click on link below.
At the end of the year, when yearbooks were distributed, that horror would return. But then, it would quickly turn into that exciting day of signing and,
"Call me! K.I.T.
Have a great summer!
255-9070 <3 <3 "
-generic message and phone number
(if someone wrote their number, that was exciting)
Nearly every kid at that school will have that yearbook. So that's about 500-2000 copies of your most revered photo. Talk about pressure.
French people in general like this tradition. I've heard exciting awe over it and haven't heard any distaste. I have a friend who wished there was a yearbook for his university years. Students have asked me if graduating and wearing caps and gowns was a real phenomenon. They love it because they only know it from is from tv and film. Yes, caps and gowns are a very real tradition. And yes, we do throw them into the air at the end of the ceremony. And from time to time, there are naked people under the gowns.