Then, last week, in a moment of weakness and fed up-ness, I did it. I made an appointment.
Mrs. Patsy asked if I was going to get a trim or do something major. I responded. MAJOR.
I liked my hair longer. It was easy to make it look like I didn't just roll out of the bed even if I did. I could wear it up or down. I could curl it or straighten it. I liked the versatility. But something inside of me just screamed for a change.
So yesterday, I sat down in the chair, watched inches of my hair come off, and marveled at how light my head felt. However, I knew that I would have an interesting day ahead.
When I got home I told Wesley, it'd be one thing if I had a job where I either saw different people everyday or only saw a few people. It'd be one thing if I had a job where I saw adults all day. However, I have a job where adolescents are constantly watching everything I do, say, wear, and eat. Around 120 students sit in my classroom everyday. They know what my hair usually looks like. They will notice a change.
And they did. The question "Did you get your hair cut?" when someone gets a drastic change always kills me. I answered "no" to about 7 kids that asked me that today. I also had some students mourn over the loss of my "beautiful locks"as they called them and said "you got your hair cut...but why??" I wanted to say "Why do you wear 15 silly bands on your arm?" but I didn't. I just smiled. I also took comments (from 7th grade boys) like "You look so serious" followed by "No, she looks sophisticated." I'll take it :) One student asked, "Did you mean to get it cut like that?", while another ran up to me and hugged me because she's thought I should get it cut short for a long time.
But I survived it. I made it through a day of middle school with a drastic change and all the comments that come with it. I thought I was done when I left 8th grade, but as long as I work in this environment I suppose I'll be living in middle school world.
