This year had some interesting hair for me. I'll just let you see for yourselves.
Andrew graduated, so the high school curling team picked up a newbie. Eric joined Gavan, me and Kyle. We won Counties easily, but lost EOSSAA, which meant no trip to OFSAA that year.
However, we DID go to provincials with our school team. Not within the whole Federation of Schools thing, but within a separate competition [the Gore Mutual]. We went to Fergus, Ontario where we were billeted. We spent the week living in the basement [it was like an entire house below the regular house, complete with gigantic TV!] of an elderly couple named Sam and Norma. Sam was the ice maker at the curling club, so our team totally got tips. And they fed us SO WELL. Oh, and that lady in the picture is Mrs. Edwards-Budden.
We had a great week, and we managed to take home 3rd place. 3rd in the province isn't too shabby, although we beat the 2nd place team TWICE that week, so its kind of one of those things where the setup of the tournament screwed us over and yadda yadda. So really, we were second place. HAH
Here is our newspaper photo from when we won Counties. These things are proof that I was previously somewhat athletic and successful!
In Grade 10 Careers class [see: what a friggin' joke] Jessica drew this wicked awesome picture of me, which I still have and totally love. I wish she didn't move to Montreal and become a bitch.
My sister's wedding with the big deal of the summer for us. Here I am pre-wedding with Jay, Jupiter [the groom] and my cousin Erik. I was the best man. Best LOOKING. Ya I went there.
My cousin Kennedy rocked the whole flower girl thing. That ball of flowers weighed like 15 pounds!
Here I am, ready to haul Susan out of the church.
Here is a lovely photo with my "date" Lindsay. This may be the first encounter of me making a fist in a picture with another person, rather than putting my arm around them lovingly. I try hard to avoid this.
Here's a picture of me with my dad, sister and grandma, at my aunt Phyllis' house. I swear this is her kitchen. We're not preparing to have our palms read.
And we shall finish off with a horrible picture of me, going prison style for Grade 11. What an awful picture.