When Seniors were the only collegians lining up to take their pictures for the Class of 2010 yearbook, My dad convinced me that I should have my picture taken also, to be one of the five oblivious freshman out of a school of 12, 000 to think they were important enough to be in the stupid thing. When I arrived at my photographers little studio cubby, she asked me if I was a BS or a BA. I asks her "What is a BS, and what is a BA," personally i thought they meant bull **** and bad ***. As if it wasn't bad enough for me to know whether I m going to school for Bachelors of science degree or Bachelors of Arts degree, the photographer lady stared putting a gold robe on me. Before I knew what was happening she put a graduation cap in me and took a few dozen shots in various different poses. As I was leaving, I finally realized what had just happened. I had my senior portraits taken even though I was a first semester freshman. There is no way in Kentucky fried ding dong I am going to buy that year book because i guarantee you I will be the only one on the freshman class page sporting a cap and gown looking all proud for a degree I have yet to earn. Shoot I didn't even know what my degree was!
