6th Grade: I obviously went through a long stage when I had no idea what to do with my hair, and believe me, my hair has a mind of it's own. To this day I don't call it hair styling, I call it hair taming. I rock the huge collar look.
8th Grade. This one is the worst, so look your fill, if you dare. I've ditched the glasses for picture day, but teenage hormones have kicked in and the skin has gone bad. Cowl neck under sweater- I'm probably burning up, but I remember that necklace. The flipped hair is now officially out of control. Someone, please pass the nearest pillowcase, so that I can put it over my head! Believe it or not, there were still boys that liked me at this stage and wouldn't leave me alone. Unbelievable.