Holy cow, the THE SECRET YEAR Teen Diary Contest Extravaganza is going strong, and we already have enough teen angst to power a nuclear reactor. An extremely disaffected, SO OVER THIS nuclear reactor.
Honestly though, the entries so far have been awesome.
Just a few updates!
– Please enter if you haven’t already in the official contest thread!
– For more THE SECRET YEAR-related fun, author Jennifer Hubbard is hosting a very cool blog party. Not only is she donating 50 cents for every comment to local libraries, every commenter will have a chance to win some awesome prizes. check it out!
– Two days until publication of THE SECRET YEAR!
– Exclamation point!
Thanks so much for everyone who has entered so far. I can’t wait to read through all of the entries. I’m sure they will put me right back in my high school days, where I had a bowl haircut and wore a lot of flannel. Oh yes I did.
Mullet perm and parachute pants. Photo absolutely NOT available. Except in the yearbooks. Which I lost.
Forcing the fingers to type the words:
My 3/4 length trousers ended with tartan ;s but it co-ordinated well with the scarf on my wrist!
about the outfit, sorry no pics: it's a tie between the garish loud large hot pink and some other colors one piece top and culottes with the fishbone (like a fish skeleton) silver earings (they dangled about 3") and the brown and powder blue hot pants with the powder blue leotard. i think there were white hose involved in the culotte outfit, but i may be making that up.
What a wonderful contest, Nathan!
Congrats again for your and Jennifer's success!
OMG, it was without doubt my Dorothy Hammel hair cut. Paired with full metal braces and headgear, plus I was a late bloomer. My dad called me Prince Valiant all year.
I have a long list of embarrassing accoutrements, but the garment that sticks out is the pair of navy bloomers my mother made me wear beneath my kilt in Catholic primary school. It was too big for me and hung below the hem of the skirt.
I used to covet my friend's pea coat with toggle buttons. All I had was an imitation leather jacket with no lining to wear for the winter. That's another story, along with the vinyl bedroom slippers that served as shoes.
What was my mother thinking????
I'm wondering about the contest deadline because I posted something around 12 in the afternoon today and the time at the bottom of the post reads around 9-ish. How did that happen?
dahle-
I assume you're on the East Coast?
Yes Nathan. East coast.
Since I posted it shortly after 12 in afternoon shouldn't the actual post time (your time) have been earlier around 10 something. Is my thinking backwards here? I just want to make sure I get it right for next time in case it didn't work this time.