Have I ever mentioned that I'm a teacher? Well, I'm a teacher. It's one of my many hats. Anyway, one of my LEAST favorite days in the education field is PICTURE DAY. Oh, dreaded of days! It's the day when we all dress up in the clothes that are uncomfortable at church, wear them to school for a whole day, and cannot soil or wrinkle them for risk of upsetting our mothers. And the shoes? Oh the shoes. Forget recess... ain't happenin'. We go through all this torture only to have one of two things happen 1) our picture is snapped before we ever even get situated on that that ridiculous little stool and end up looking as though we belong in the film "The Hills Have Eyes", or 2) we are bossed relentlessly by an OCD photographer until our muscles are so contorted we completely collapse and end up looking like we belong in the film "The Hills Have Eyes." It's a bad day. A bad, bad day. Of course, the full scope of badness is not discovered until years later when one of those pictures ends up on a friend's facebook page because they found it in a drawer and decided to invite the world into your "ackward stage." Sadly, none of this gets any better once you step into the role of the teacher. You will share the responsibilty of a bad photo, regardless of how hard you tried to keep them away from the mud puddle. And yes, teachers get their picture taken also, which adds to the overall sense of chaos of the day. The only light at the end of the tunnel is if you happen to be blessed with a group of kids with a good sense of humor, so when the pictures come in, you can all laugh together and share in the relief that it doesn't have to happen again until Spring.
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