I don't like picture day. Picture day is bad. Creepy photographers follow you around all day and take pictures of you doing things at school, as if that's interesting. When it comes time for you to take your yearbook picture, they give you no freedom at all. You have to pose just right for them to take the picture. Half the reason it takes so long is because the photographers have to seat you, to the milimeter, to their liking.
"Sit further back."
"Not that far."
"No, further."
"Okay, now put all of your hair over your shoulders."
"Less hair. Good."
"Turn your head to the side a little."
"More."
"MOAR."
"EVEN MOREEEEE."
"Less."
"Fix your hair again."
"Smile."
"Smile big!"
"SMILE GOSHDARNIT."
"I. SAID. SMILE. YOU PLASTER A GIANT, GOOFY GRIN ON YOUR FACE THIS MOMENT OR THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES."
" NOW DANCE. DANCE LIKE THE WIND. I WANNA SEE THOSE ARMS MOVING!"
It may not have been this dramatic, but that is what it felt like to me. By the end of the picture, I probably looked like this:
I don't like those photographers who take pictures of you doing things either. I don't want to be in and end-of-the-year slide show when my face is all contorted with concentration or anxiety for fear of the stalking photographer as my face tends to be in those kinds of pictures.. Here's an example of a picture that will probably end up on said slideshow:
The picture guy was like, right in front of me. It was creepy. I don't like being followed/photographed by strangers. Please refrain from doing so.
I don't like those photographers who take pictures of you doing things either. I don't want to be in and end-of-the-year slide show when my face is all contorted with concentration or anxiety for fear of the stalking photographer as my face tends to be in those kinds of pictures.. Here's an example of a picture that will probably end up on said slideshow:
The picture guy was like, right in front of me. It was creepy. I don't like being followed/photographed by strangers. Please refrain from doing so.
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