Last week was our kickoff week. We began in chronological order, starting with grade 9. Of all the grades to have a bad yearbook photo taken of you this grade was probably it.
If you’re like me, you began high school in the ninth grade. Coming from the same school that I attended for seven consecutive years, being forced into a new, much bigger school was very intimidating. Everyone was trying to make a good impression on each other, eager to show off those cool new clothes you bought from The Gap, or at least you thought they would be cool at the time.
Now looking back at how awkward I was, those new corderoys from Jacob Connexion I bought for the start of the school year, weren’t as hip as I thought they might be.
Grade nine for me was definitly an awkward time, hence the painful yearbook photo to go with the awkwardness of being a young teenager. However, if you looked your best when you were fourteen, then what do you have to look forward to? Being awkward was all about growing up and evolving into something better. If you don’t have those growing pains then it can’t make you the strong, beautiful person you are today. So now I look back at that grade nine photo, laugh and remind myself how far I’ve come and think it can only get better from here.