When you think about it, the average senior portrait is already pretty awkward. I know mine was. I moved to a new school senior year and nobody told me when school photo day was. Someone handed me a blazer and a dress shirt, both of which were too small. When I sat down for the photographer, I bailed on the idea of smiling and instead focuses on trying not to choke. Plus I had gym class hair.
I’m already know my grandchildren are going to make fun of me for it.
But there’s a small subset of senior portraits that transcend garden variety awkwardness and become awkward. Maybe it’s because some schools let you to bring props.