Everyone Would Totally Sign Our Yearbook

Next week, members of the Class of 2010 are invited to pose for Senior Portraits, to be featured in The Record, which (get this) is the Penn yearbook. We had no idea Penn even had a yearbook, but it does and apparently has since 1865. The question of whether or not to be in The Record is very similar to the "do I send my picture in for Penn Facebook?" debate of pre-Freshman summer. And just like that summer, we're going to go with no, probably not.

That's not just because of our too-cool attitude (although that's definitely a major part of it), or the fact that we're just getting over our high school yearbook photos. It's because we can't imagine ever paying for a copy of this thing, which from the looks of it, is a little heavy on the pictures of a capella groups and sporting events we didn't attend front. It's also because the thought of trying to get 2,000+ signatures is scarier than the possibility of forgetting 2,000+ inside jokes or missing out on 2,000+ "have a great summer..err...life" messages written in metallic purple gel pen.

There is, of course, one thing that will convince us to be in this yearbook, and that is our parents promising to take out a congratulatory ad. Preferably one that utilizes song lyrics, Comic Sans, a selection from Dr. Seuss, and pictures of us at different stages of our life (NO BATHTUB PICTURES, MOM! OR ELSE! SERIOUSLY, DO NOT EMBARRASS US!)