1991, I think. CAFA. In one of the rooms facing the Conservatory of Music building. (Those violin-playing students were awesome.) My then-classmate Third took this pic.
My concerns back then were pretty normal. I wanted to fit in. I wanted to be liked. I wanted to be successful. Wait, come to think of it, I still feel like this sometimes. Except there have been major changes, like I'm more secure with who I am and what I can do.
I used to miss my hair, which I styled like this and a few other ways. But it had a good run. I mourned it, and made peace with the loss a long time ago.