Yearbook signing is a rat race. It’s all about time management, careful preparation and keeping calm under pressure. It’s a jungle out there, and even the most careful planning doesn’t gurantee a happy ending.

Getting people to sign our yearbook is enough of a hassle, but singing others people’s yearbooks comes with its own set of dilemas: Hand cramps, limited page real estate and being completely unsure of what to write.

Well, GIF Girl is here to share her experience with signing yearbooks. It is probably just as sloppy as yours.

I have my arsenal of awesome colored pens. They don’t bleed, they don’t smear…they’re perfect.

I know who I’m going to write long messages to…

And I know the generic message to write to people I don’t really care about.

So then it’s finally time to get down to business and start writing.

Sometimes I run out of room.

But sometimes there is ZERO room to write because somebody has already written the entirety of War and Peace on my best friend’s page.

But I don’t know what’s worse: having to fight for page space or having somebody get really snappy and specify where they want me to sign.

Especially if it is just by their photo. Which means there is only room for your signature and maybe HAGS.

Sometimes one of the best parts about signing yearbooks is reading the messages that others write in it. Especially when they’re surprisingly juicy with gossip.

Without fail, somebody I have a mutual dislike towards wants me to sign their yearbook. I don’t care if it’s for posterity. Do I need to remind them…

But the scariest moment is when, without fail, at least once, I manage to briefly misplace my yearbook. ”My name isn’t Diana…why are all of these messages to Diana?”

And then the frantic search for my yearbook/Diana begins.

And of course, what’s a yearbook signing without seeking out my crush and hoping that they will sign mine in return?

But 9 times out of 10 I get too nervous.

Better luck next year. Or, if you’re a senior, woops.

Why don’t they give us an entire month for this stuff? I mean, this ends up becoming an experiment in social Darwinism. Survival of the fittest, too much drama, wasted time…and yet, each year I think I can handle it this time. I convince myself that I’ve learned from my past missteps and–

LOL yeah right. It’s a mess every year.

What’s yearbook singing like for you? Do you put a lot of thought into what you write? Tell us in the comments!

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