Seventh grade was a rough year for me. At the beginning of the school year, I gave myself a haircut. I did the uneven length and wrecked bangs on purpose. Really! Okay, maybe not.
This is my sister and I at the end of that year. My hair grew out and I celebrated by sticking my finger in a light socket. I don't know why my sister has her arms crossed like that. She must have been trying to hide her new boobs.