mister cellophane shoulda been my name

[thehefner]

So I just got my Washington College yearbook in the mail. Did my mom order it? Do graduating seniors get it for free? I have no idea. I just read through it.

I'm not in it.

I am nowhere to be found in the entire yearbook. Ok, so did I just totally miss all the e-mails about how graduating seniors can send in pictures and write something? Maybe I deleted them as spam. But even that aside, there are no pictures or mentions of me anywhere in the entire book. Well, ok, my name is listed in the Middle Hall roster, but where the hell am I in that picture? Oh, wait, that picture was taken during Birthday Ball. I know exactly where I was, in my room watching Justice League. It was a good episode, too, Doomsday came back. BUT STILL!

Not anywhere in the entire yearbook. Not one single picture of me. Jesus, I was in four shows that year, you'd think that might've made an impression!

Maybe this shouldn't be so, but this is highly disconcerting.

Comments

[bimmin.livejournal.com]

O_O; The fact that I read this while watching the Avengers episode "The See-Through Man" makes it all the more disturbing. >_<; Stop messing with my noggin!

[fishymcb.livejournal.com]

Those yearbooks matter very little. Essentially, it's an exercise in narcissism and popularity. That's not to say that I didn't check every relevant page as soon as I got mine, but it's nothing to fret about. For instance, I agonized over who to mention on my page, who to include in pictures. I knew that the one person who would be greatly offended if I omitted her was Britt, so in her picture went, although we'd barely talked in two years. I got the yearbook months later, and did she include a picture of me? No. Funny enough, her roommate who I had a crush on freshman year, and had even less frequent contact with than I did Britt, had a picture of me. So what does it all mean? Nothing. You remember what college was like. Other people remember you, pictures or no.

[gnort.livejournal.com]

I never went to birthday ball but that was a great episode of JLU. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you made the right move there. Nothing beats watching Superman get the crap kicked out of him

[eliyes.livejournal.com]

Yearbooks are popularity polls, dictated not by the majority but by the select group of people who run the yearbook.

And I mean, supposedly the girls who ran my HS yearbook were popular, and the few times I saw them they certainly acted like the thought they were, but I had no idea then or now what any of their names are.

It still sucks. *hugs* They'll regret their misdeeds when you are a famous author and they pull out the yearbook to prve they knew you and all that they have is a name. "That could be a coincidence, you big fake" people will say and they will be enshrouded in gloom.

On a different note, your post subject gave me pleasent memories of the summer before high school started, when my friend John and I plotted out first-day outfits. One of us was going to wear nthing but aluminum foil, and the other nothing but plastic wrap!

[interdisciple.livejournal.com]

i wasn't in my high school senior yearbook, aside from my alphabetized glamour shot -- yet i was, i thought, fairly well-liked and a positive and proactive presence across many social groups and grades. i was in a cool alternative band that was highly revered, for heaven's sake. i was in clubs and had a little buddy through national honor society. i infamously sold candy out a briefcase. everyone was eating what i was dishing out. yet no presense. i was pissed.

in my college yearbook, which i also got for free (damn that thing is heavy), i wasn't anywhere--not even an alphabetized glamour (or mug) shot.