Yearbook mysteries and apocalyptic baked goods (1/10)

Here is a promised picture of my fantastic Christmas sweater, with Maegan. Not going to lie, I kind of stole this pic off the yearbook drive at school and I have a feeling like I'm not particularly supposed to do that. I didn't ask, so whatevs, broskis.

Speaking of yearbook, I did my first work on my shared seven page section today. I sorted through all of the folders to find pictures of the faculty, which took an entire class, as the yearbook drive is a deposit of every picture, good or bad, ever taken at a school event. As that hour proceeded, the collection of photos from upwards of ten different people got progressively more unintentionally hilarious. There was an anonymous album that was 90% dedicated to my friend Allan donating blood and an folder from one of our vice principles labeled 'Faculty and etc'; somehow that meant five pictures of teachers and one picture of that interesting character from my co-op class, QHD, with a chair stuck on his head. The lack of context that the yearbook drive offers leaves me with so many unanswered questions.

Also, happy apocalypse. But as far as my knowledge goes, the dolphins are still firmly planted in their earthy ocean home, which makes me a little wary about our planet's predicted fate. However, my day did include party in my history which included clementines, baked goods, and the lovely SRC president, David, with a book of Trivial Pursuit questions sitting at the front of the classroom and quizzing us. Like looking through the yearbook drive, it was also a great use of a class.

I now look forward to an eighteen day stretch of Christmas break: tea, books and hopefully Library Crew. I need to lay on Tatyana's floor a lot to make up for lost time.
Hearts,
-J-