My buddy Jia has a digital camera that she takes out during our dorm parties, taking random photos that we likely will not see for months following. When we get a link to a Google Drive folder on our group chat, it takes us back through the past few months of our lives, collections of photos that capture the environment of chaos that we often create.
We take a gamble on whether or not we'll be able to clearly see who is in each photo, some of them blurring too much to tell - but we don't care, laughing at the random photos of the back of our heads or close-ups of our faces that nobody remembers taking. And in folders and folders of photos, there's always a collection of great ones, the ones that we'll print and put on our walls or desks as reminders of our sophomore year weekends.
Eventually, Jia plans to make a photo book of all the best ones (and probably some of the worst, too). Looking through it will be like our own personal yearbook, with the excitement of remembering things that we may have forgotten about, talking through the context of each. I get the same feeling from developing my disposable cameras: by the time I bring them to the local camera shop at home, I cannot recall most of the photos that I've taken, and it's like a fun surprise to find out what's on it.
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