I happened to be glance at an email that I got today with a list of writing prompts. One of the prompts listed was entitled “10th grade memory”.
Now let’s face it. High school for me was quite a
blurred fuzzy obscure foggy knowledgeable experience. And to think back into the 10th grade is quite the strain on my brain. But there was one incident in particular that I remember as if it was yesterday.
I was a cheerleader. Don’t laugh, I won’t laugh with you but rather slap you upside the head for making fun of me.
It was the night before we had to go away for state championships or something to that nature. I also used to dye my hair blonde…from a box…purchased at the local drug store. So the night before this big cheerleading event…I decided that I needed to get my
shitty ass hair roots under control.
I opened the box and followed the directions carefully. I set the timer and I waited.
I rinsed, washed and wrapped my hair in a towel. But when I removed the towel…to my surprise…my hair was GREEN! My first thought was that it had to be the light in the bathroom. In a frantic panic and screaming “WHAT THE
FUCK HECK IS GOING ON WITH MY HAIR!” I ran down the hall to locate my mother in the kitchen. I remember my exact words to her were “Please tell my that my hair is NOT green!”. She had no words. Oh wait…yes she did…she said…”well it is almost St. Patrick’s Day.” So not funny mom.
This was a time before having green hair was “cool”. And it wasn’t the lovely shade of green hair color that so many dye their hair today….it was a putrid green. And it was my entire head.
My mom phoned a friend of hers who’s mother owned a salon. She said to bring me in first thing in the morning and she would fix it. I went to bed with some relief that my hair could actually be fixed. But the nightmare continued the next morning when upon visiting this hairdresser she informed me that the only thing we could do was chop off all my hair.
I went from past my shoulder length hair to something the lines of this…only with green…
Guess it was better then looking like this…
The learning experience here was that when bleaching your hair to blonde…it is best to do let a professional do it. Lesson learned.
The green haired momster,
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