28 x 21 x .1cm
When I was a senior in high school, we were told to stop by a certain folding table set up in some hallway and fill out the necessary forms for our diplomas. I had assumed that all the necessary information was held on some microfiche somewhere. In the absence of this definitive information system, I saw an opportunity: while using my given and formal first name to communicate a sense of validity, I substituted my middle name with 'Pickle'. It was pure 18-year old genius, and it worked.
This is not my diploma (which does in fact bear the name 'Michael Pickle Premo'. This is a Junior ROTC Certificate of Completion that was actually issued to my oldest friend in the world, Kacy. He forged it over to me, as a gift. I consider this document a higher honor than my actual high school diploma.