If by little I just mean younger and probably the same size, and by hellraiser I mean person who was very angry that day.
When I was searching through my old photos the other day to find the shot of the typewriter in the bathtub, I came across an old gem I had long forgotten. My sophomore ID from University of the Arts:
At the last second before the security guard took the picture, I moved as if to scratch my face. I remember the look of surprised distaste she had on her face when she realized what I had done, as if it was a big deal. I guess I looked sufficiently surly and defiant, though, because she didn't make me retake it. Win.
I wish I could find my ID from senior year of high school. I was especially proud of that one. I blacked out my front teeth with clown makeup and waited until the last second to smile. The photographer said nothing, either because he didn't notice, or he was horror-struck by my apparently toothless maw and was afraid to say anything because he thought I really didn't have any teeth. Double win.
That is great! I just looked angry in my Rutgers IDs, but was never clever enough to do anything besides glare.
ReplyDeleteGlaring is pretty powerful, though. Never underestimate the power of a good glare. And bless you for having the fortitude to withstand 4 years in New Brunswick (I'm assuming it wasn't Camden or Newark?). Three semesters of grad school there was almost enough to crush my soul.
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