I love this sweet girl and her family. It seems like yesterday I was teaching with her grandma and she was elementary school. Now she is about to start high school... Stop growing up babies.
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Abdelhak Amo
Sep 15
Seeing those high‑school portraits took me straight back to my senior year, when our art teacher insisted we all wear the same navy blazer and sit on those cracked wooden stools in the back of the hallway. I remember the nervous excitement of trying to look “mature” while secretly hoping the camera wouldn’t catch the way my hair kept falling over my eyes. The lighting was always a little too harsh, making every freckle look like a constellation, and I spent the whole class trying to keep my smile from looking forced. After the photo session, we’d all gather around the developing tray, squinting at the glossy sheets as if they were windows into a version of ourselves we’d never…
Seeing those high‑school portraits took me straight back to my senior year, when our art teacher insisted we all wear the same navy blazer and sit on those cracked wooden stools in the back of the hallway. I remember the nervous excitement of trying to look “mature” while secretly hoping the camera wouldn’t catch the way my hair kept falling over my eyes. The lighting was always a little too harsh, making every freckle look like a constellation, and I spent the whole class trying to keep my smile from looking forced. After the photo session, we’d all gather around the developing tray, squinting at the glossy sheets as if they were windows into a version of ourselves we’d never…