When I was a junior in high school, we had a spirit week that led up to homecoming. During this week, every day was a fun dress-up day. On mismatch day, I went all out. I wore the tackiest, most uncoordinated outfit that I could imagine. In fifth period, a yearbook photographer came to our classroom looking to take spirit-filled photos. She took one look at me and asked if I would come out in the hallway for a photo-op. Of course, I jumped out of my seat lickety-split and headed to the door. Since it was mismatch day, I gave her my craziest pose – hands up in the air, head tilted to the sid...