My mother called me to say she’d found my old school yearbooks. She found them at the bottom of a box in the attic, covered in cobwebs. “After all the money I spent on these costly yearbooks,” she huffed.
I would have taken them with me, but they required shelf space. Also, I moved so much, I didn’t want the inconvenience of transporting them. Besides, where would I place these books that contain school memories? They were safer at home with my parents.
My mother, it appeared, cared more about the money she’d spent on school yearbooks than the memories. “Two and hundred and forty dollars wasted,” she said. “These high school yearbook companies!” She rolled her eyes. And that was only on my class yearbook. I have two siblings who’d also left their yearbooks with her. I guess she’s right. Seven hundred and twenty dollars on yearbooks that sit in the attic does seem to be a waste. Sort of like the two hundred fifty dollar prom dress that’s hanging in my closet. Unless it’s altered, I can never wear it again.
Now, we do have an option for the traditional old yearbook. It’s SchoolFlicker, the paperless yearbook.
School teacher, young parent, erstwhile student, and resident of the blogosphere.