Ah yearbooks… catalogues of the weirdest years of our lives and the many people that we would NEVER see or hear from again. It feels like another lifetime. But somehow, when I flip through the pages, visceral memories of my peers enter my brain. While the yearbook can feel like a superficial representation of our challenging American teenage years, it also holds the power to remind one where they came from and how they’ve grown.

Scroll down for a look through my yearbooks to see where I came from.