Who here enjoys picture day? The changing of outfits, the self doubt, the hair styling? I honestly don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed this reoccurring day. There’s something about it that tells my skin to up the ante in the blemish department. Hair is always as flat as ever. I feel obliged to apply more make-up than I feel comfortable with and, what is worse, I am forced to wake up at an ungodly hour so that the entire prep process is done in time for work. And then the lingering anxiety: work starts at 8:30 am, but the photographer is only scheduled for 10:00 am. Leaves plenty of time for my hair to go limp and for me to rub a finger over my eye creating a delightful black smudge. Plus, the high-risk factor for wind as you step outside your front door . . .
Here at Venn, these feelings seem to be amplified. I’ve heard numerous murmurings of yoga sessions, scheduled golf and pre-planned therapy to cope with Photo Day Trauma, commonly known as PPDS (Post Photo Day Stress). Yet today, the day, something was different. We stood united as proud Vennians with a simple, but noble, strategy: be silly and photobomb the hell out of one another.
Photo credit: Daniel St Louis