I arrive at the grass section in the center of the school that somehow was given to the seniors as if to show that they are more powerful than the others. This idea of possession didn't quite make sense to me. As I looked around all I could see was the suits and ties and dresses that each person picked out specifically for this picture. Spending so much money on just one outfit for only a few pictures made little sense to me. I certainly didn't spend very much on my outfit and I certainly didn't feel the need to flaunt my wealth to everyone through a simple suit and tie. Everyone is just acting fake to me. I just didn't make sense.
Everyone was taking their pictures in these little white tents with big overwhelming cameras. Every single person was dissatisfied with their picture. Their hair was messed up or their smile was too big or their tie was crooked. Again, everyone was fake. Now it was my turn for a picture. I walked up to the white tent and sat on the short stool and my picture was taken. I had no complaints as the lady was very kind and I thanked her for the picture.
Now it was time to take a group photo with our advisee group, which I feel is pointless because I couldn't connect with these fake people anyway. Why should we take a picture? Well the picture was taken and I didn't care. Picture day meant nothing anyway.
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