“K.I.T. and have a radical summer!”: How to yearbook yourself into the past*

Even though I’ll be going into the 28th grade (what, are we supposed to stop counting?) this fall, I have only managed to hold on to one yearbook from my past.

The annual book of record, which captured my junior year of high school in all its glorious shame, sits among the rest of my books on the lowest shelf.

But whenever I’m feeling nostalgic or just need to feel better about myself, I rifle through the pages and cry laugh at what ugly nerds my friends and I used to look like.

My 11th-grade yearbook photo is as embarrassing as you might imagine. I’m wearing a white mock-neck (not a turtleneck) shirt with the old Quicksilver logo on the front.

The printer must have been drunk the day he aligned my photo because I look like I’m much shorter than I really was. It actually looks like I was too short for the camera lens.

This grotesque disproportion is particularly insulting since I was already one of the shortest kids in school. The “mistake” makes me look like a kindergartener.

And no, even I will not publish that photo on this blog. It is THAT embarrassing.

But thanks to the series of tubes upon which you are reading this blog post, you can now imagine what I might have looked like then. Or maybe in 1988.

Or 1954.

Or 1976.

Or 1982.

Hell, you can even go into the future and see what you would have looked like in 1996. I didn’t even appear in a yearbook back then since I was too busy getting smart-like in college.

The site is called Yearbook Yourself and it’s the best time-waster since a couple of years ago when everyone was South Parkizing themselves.

If anyone is brave enough to send me his or her yearbook photo, I promise not to laugh.

But I might just publish it.

* The quote in the headline is an actual line someone wrote in my yearbook.

From, my friend Scotty, who sent this gem along: