In 1973 I was a sophomore at Floydada High School in Floydada, Texas. I know this because as I was cleaning out a closet today my yearbook from that year fell from one of the top shelves and landed on my big toe. I cursed. Loudly. Then of course I had to sit for awhile and thumb through this piece of vintage gold.
This is my class photo. I was a plain child and obviously something of a snob. Look at my disdainful expression:
I was also thin enough that if I turned sideways all that was visible was my nose. Man, I loved that belt:
Okay, I’m through resting my toe. Back to work.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
How did you resist giving us a shot of your toes? 🙂
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Ha! Back then I didn’t know about pedicures!
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Oh! I should’ve totally shown my bruised toe!
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Teenagers all behave like snobs -it’s a self-defense mechanism to cover their abyss of awkwardness 🙂
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Abyss was right!
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Love those bell bottoms!
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Weren’t they groovy?
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Plain? Absolutely NOT. And that nose! Beautiful! (Forgive me for being a bit forward there. It just had to be said.)
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Aw! That’s sweet! But I tended toward the plain Jane end of the spectrum. It served me well, though. I’m afraid I’d have been insufferable had I been pretty and popular.
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