A tale of 2 rolls of film

For the past few months I've been carrying around a finished roll of film in my purse with me, in hopes that I'd remember to get it developed. I finally remembered last week when I was at the store, so I dropped it off. Surprisingly, I also remembered to pick it up on my lunch break today. Normally, I would have given it to a co-worker to develop it here at work for me, since we have a mini-lab (and they run at least 3 cycles on it daily to keep it running properly, and would develop it for me for free) but honestly, it had been sooo long since I shot that roll of film that I had no idea what was on it. It could have been anything from fun at the beach to vacation photos, or worst-case-scenario, nudie photos that I'd hate to have my 50-something-grandfather-of-2 co-worker see. He'd probably think I'm some weirdo that takes nudie photos. But I guess I am.

Don't look so shocked.

My dad's company used to process 35mm film on-site and charged very little for developing & printing to its employees, so he'd always take our film in. As you probably know, I was a phototography major in college, so naturally I was taking lots and lots of photographs. During one of my studio photography classes, we had a nude model come in (nothing out of the ordinary for the art department) and we all photographed her for 3 hours. Needless to say, I used many rolls of film in those 3 hours (we were required to shoot a minimum of 18 rolls per semester, and this was an easy opportunity to eat up some of those 18). Anyways, I guess I didn't process all of them myself, because when I went away to Camp Berea for the summer to teach arts & crafts, I left one unprocessed roll home. My dad found it, and being the nice guy he is, took it in to work to get developed. Completely forgetting about my first nudie photoshoot, I told him I had no idea what was on it when he questioned me about that roll of film. You see, it took much longer than the usual day or 2 for those 24 photos to come back from being developed, and my dad was getting anxious (he's a very impatient guy). A couple weeks must have passed, when one day at camp he calls me up, totally pissed off. Whoops! I was wondering what had happened to that last roll of photos I'd taken in class that day months ago.

So you can see why I was so hesitant to give this roll of film to my co-worker to process for me. Turns out I had nothing to worry about. It was photos from my sister's wedding, which was 4 years ago.