You should click the high-res button.
Edit: I just realized that if you visit my page and click on the picture there, it shows up in a much larger, higher resolution version than on the dashboard.
After I graduated from a Catholic school’s kindergarten class, I temporarily relocated to Clifton, NJ and spent two months in a public school there. I don’t recall a lot, but I remember that we made paper planes and my teacher insisted that I was the genius in the classroom that suggested that we throw them with the wind instead of against it. And I remember taking this class picture. I remember thinking that a class picture was supposed to be some sort of funny joke.
So then there. 1st grade Erik is immortalized. And it makes me sad because I do not remember a single one of these kid’s faces. And I don’t know a single one of their names. But I have this class picture. And I look at myself and I am like what the fuck is wrong with that kid. And then I have this irrational fear that every day, one of these school children whips out their first grade class photo, and they look at me, and they wonder, what the fuck is wrong with that kid. This is how they’re going to remember me for the rest of my life. 25 people in this world think about me daily, wondering whatever happened to that special education kid.
And the sad answer to that question is, “he now has a tumblr.”
Edit: You can tell which one I am, right?
