“This is one of my 1988 dance recital portraits from The Dancer’s Studio in Dearborn, MI. I wasn’t like the rest of the ballerinas who had been studying dance since birth; I started late so I was put in the “teen beginners” jazz class. I was easily the worst dancer in the school; if you watch the recital video you can see me spinning in the wrong direction and knocking into people. Our teacher, Miss Maryann, picked our costumes and we danced to the song “Hourglass” by Sweet.
I was twelve years old and obviously at that stage where I had no idea what to do with my body. Everything was out of proportion; my glasses were too big, my tights were too big and I could never get my bangs right. I remember a friend at summer camp made me that friendship bracelet and I never took it off so it was really grungy.
The photographer posed us and for me there was really no other option than the jazz hands. I find it kind of amazing that this photo is now one of the top 5 image results when you google “jazz hands.” Like my extreme dorkiness has become a cultural meme. There’s an authenticity to that, dorkiness. There’s no pretense to dorkiness.”
(submitted by Adriana)
This is Paul. He’ll have you home by nowhere near the time he says he will.
(submitted by Mollie)
Ever wondered what the kid with the clarinet is really thinking?
(submitted by Scott)
You’ve just been asked to prom… by another couple.
(submitted by Chrissy)
Clearly, all of the other props were occupied at this photo studio.
(submitted by Trevin)
Some people just have “it.”
(submitted by Jasmine)
Real class is allowing yourself to be showered by chandelier fragments.
(submitted by Amie)
We get the strange feeling that a switch might have taken place here.
(submitted by Nicole)
While AFP’s favorite sister-in-law celebrates her birthday today, we want to celebrate her impressive kneeshelf into armshelf combination. Happy b-day, Kristi, and go Spartans!
Guy on the right… prepare yourself for a night of long distance slow-dancing.
(submitted by Jessica)