Thursday, September 20, 2012

The Hair on My Head

One of my high school English teachers told me to stay after class one day.

"What have I done?" I worried to myself. I was generally such a goody-goody, I couldn't imagine why I was in trouble.

After the rest of the class left, she said, "I just wanted to ask you something. What did you do to your hair?"

"My hair?" I was mystified. I hadn't done anything to my hair.

"The streaks," she said. "The blonde streaks in the front. I want to do the same thing."

"Oh, well, nothing. It just is that way," I answered, disappointed that I couldn't help, but glad I wasn't in trouble.

I wonder if anyone will ask me now what I've done to get the silver threads in my hair.

1 comment:


HA. :) Once I was called to the principal's office while in middle school. I had NO idea what for-I was in a minor panic. When I got to the office, the principal handed Me a candy bar and a good citizenship certificate or something. Why do they DO those things to Us???? :)