Ok, this is going to be the last one. This one focuses on my secondary school years (11 to 16 years old). The thing that interests me is how my eyebrows change each year. They get progressively thinner every year until they end up looking quite ridiculous. I’ve got the hang of shaping them now though, I promise. Haha.
I look like a boy in the first couple of photos there. I’d thank puberty for my transformation, but seeing as I’d already started puberty at the tender age of eight I’m willing to wager that it was growing my hair out that made the most difference.
I wasn’t brilliant at art or textiles (my portraits usually turned out creepy as hell) but here are two examples of work I did in those subjects:
I was also involved in a Friends Against Bullying (or FAB) club for the first few years at secondary school and got an award for it, which I still have.
I stopped attending the anti-bullying group eventually because it really didn’t do very much of what it promised. I found great irony in being a trained session leader in the midst of one of the worst years of my school career and couldn’t bring myself to keep it up.
And so ends the series of posts about the keepsakes from my past that I found in a bunch of old boxes.
As a bonus, here’s a picture of the cat that used to randomly stroll into our house:
He may look cute, but appearances can be deceptive. This little bastard peed all over some freshly washed laundry and then went back and pissed in it again when mum tried to sort it out. Needless to say, that was the last time she let neighbourhood cats into the house.