YES! I finally got a haircut and now I feel so good, like I have been asking for a couple months and it finally happened. I got the haircut I talked about in the last one, comb over pompadour style, and it looks really good. I am also catching up in a lot of my classes and in Exploratory I am fully caught up. But I haven't done much of the found money thing because I have only been doing it in class because David really messed up papa's laptop. I am going to the boys and girls club after school with Cory and when I am there I think I'm going to do some homework that I haven't been able to do on the computer. Mom is getting her job really soon and I am excited because last time when she had her job it was awesome. She would take us out more, we got more stuff. …show more content…
She said she wants to ask the boss there and ask if she can take some of the really expensive insurances out because she doesn’t want to work just for insurance. Man I am really enjoying the fact that my hair is so much shorter now! Now I don’t have to push my hair out of the way every 30 seconds. In other news I have been disconnecting my ps4 and putting it by the air conditioner so the cockroaches would leave it because I don’t want to have it break like the last one did. If this PS4 did break Papa would probably not buy another one and I would have to save up money to buy myself one. Anyway I am very excited to go to the boys and girls club because they have so many things you can do there like they even have a couple pool tables and other things like that. They have; a game room, computer lab, Gym, and they even serve dinner there. Last time I remember going there with Cory he always wanted to be in the computer lab while I always wanted to be in the game room and play board games and stuff like
Everyone faces varying degrees of peer pressure at least once in their lifetime, but what matters is how one reacts. In Bad Haircut—a collection of short stories—the author, Tom Perrotta, examines the effect of peer pressure on the main character, Buddy, in a comical yet informative light. Buddy faces peer pressure consistently and ends up associating with the wrong people, due to a lack of backbone. Yet Buddy is different and a better person than those who he associates with because he is compassionate and able to recognize that he is a follower; therein lies the irony that only the reader sees Buddy’s merit while the other characters only see the results of his friends’ poor judgment.
This week I was better prepared then last week. I was able to post all of my discussions and respond by the due dates posted. Can’t believe that we are halfway through the term already. I’m looking forward to next week. I have even gotten started on paper 2 early. Have a Happy Easter!
I woke up Tuesday morning excited for the day I was going to spend with my mom. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking fresh coffee listening to my mom and aunt tease and joke around about how paranoid my mom was about doing well in her classes, my aunt was telling her that maybe now that I was there, she would relax a little bit and have some fun. Our plan was to go to one of mom's classes with her, and then on a tour of UNC and then we were going to go to dinner and a movie.
“Listen as your day unfolds. Challenge what the future holds. Try and keep your head up to the sky. Lovers may cause you tears. Go ahead, release your fears. Stand up and be counted. Don't be ashamed to try.”
Often, women walk down the beauty aisle of a grocery store and see all types of merchandise, but not many really know what is right for them. They see products that promise to rejuvenate dry, damaged hair, volumize limp, and flat hair, straighten curly hair, and regenerate thinning hair. With my hair being a kinky curly, when I was younger, I would ask my mother if we could buy relaxers and do them at home. She would give me the same answer every time, “This should only be performed by a professional if you do not want to ruin your hair.”
I went to bed that night when I woke up I was feeling pain all over my body, I felt really warm but I didn't have any covers on. I looked at my legs,Tini hairs started to pop out of my arms and legs. The hairs were black and yellow they were in a stripe pattern. I felt this really bad pain in my shoulders and went to go look in the mirror and I found wings on my back with lots of colors and different patterns. My head started to hurt really bad and I passed out! When I woke up again I felt something on my head twitching back and forth. I reached up to scratch my head and I felt antennas. They were gray with black stripes. I was so scared. I forgot to tell you I was going to go sit down and try to figure out what was happening as I was going
In Ancient Indian civilizations, long beards were venerated as a symbol of dignity and virility. In fact, it even served as capital for debt settlement. I started growing facial hair at the age of 12. Not pre-pubescent fuzz, but actual bristles that flowed seamlessly from the hair on the side of my head to my chin. As you can imagine, this set me apart from the other 7th graders. I was awarded an air of wisdom and maturity that precedes my age, and teachers somehow attributed my academic aptitude to it. Over the five years of its existence, however, my beard has transformed vastly, and in every way, I have come out the better for it.
It was a chilly night, when i turn around to check my clock , 3:10 am I sigh frustrated can't go back to sleep, finally I decided to stand up from my bed, put my shoes on and go to the kitchen. I open the refrigerator and grab the bottle of milk and some Oreos that mom bought me yesterday, when I'm done I clean everything and went back to my room. I try to sleep, but I can't, I'm so excited because tomorrow me and my friends are going to the Bahamas for Christmas break. I woke up at 6 am, our flight its at 10:54 am, I take a hot shower, I wash my dark hair, took me 20 minutes to get out the shower, I choose my favorite pair of jeans, my favorite red blouse and the white converse that I always use, I comb my hair, put some lipstick on.
It was my third week of high school. Hairspray was announced as the fall musical, and I yearned to get involved. Simply planning to learn the audition song, I spent an afternoon at the musical workshop. However, a flyer on the call-board caught my attention and changed my life forever. The notice announced deadlines for crew manager applications and included position descriptions. The first position listed, stage manager, required someone diligent, organized, punctual, patient, respectful, and hard-working. Feeling the position fit me perfectly, I jumped at the opportunity to broaden my horizons in the theatre world. Within days after submitting my application, an e-mail titled “Hairspray Crew Managers” arrived. Looking through the
Completely oblivious to the environment around me, I sit perched on my lab stool with shoulders hunched over and elbows aching from resting them on the hard benchtop for so long. With intense focus and eagerness, I peer into the eyepiece of the compound microscope that is assigned to me, [hardly needing to blink]. After a few seconds of focusing in and out with the coarse knob, the organisms suddenly become clearer - a handful of opaque blobs swim around the slide, occasionally bumping into each other and scurrying away. I then turn the revolving turret quickly and precisely to bring the low power objective lens above the slide, and feel a wave of contentment fill my mind as I hear it click into place; it is second nature to me. Finally rotating the fine knob, the humble paramecia are magnified 100 times under my view.
I don’t remember exactly how or why it started. I was in the tenth grade when I began methodically pulling out my hair strand by strand. I’d search for a strand that felt thick, coarse, kinky, and bent, as though it did not belong in my smooth mane of hair. Running my fingers through my hair, I would locate a single hair and pluck it from my head. It never hurt, at least not initially. In fact, it felt good. The sensation in relieving myself of the built up tension felt prior to pulling, the ‘pop’ that occurred when I had known I had plucked the follicle from my scalp – it felt good. Albeit, that joyous, feel-good moment was fleeting. So I did it again, and again, and again, but no long-lasting joy came of my pulling. And
I remember one morning when I was around seven, my grandmother was braiding my hair. She always braided my hair every single morning in this beautiful french braid. But this morning was different than any other morning. She had noticed a bald spot. She didn't tell me right away but I noticed that she had stopped braiding my hair. After I had asked her why she stopped, she told me that I had a small bald spot. The naive, seven year old self that I was, I asked her if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She, of course, said it wasn’t good.
This weekend I engaged in a lot of aesthetic experiences. I could’ve chosen a variety of things to write on, however the experience that stands out to me personally the most is my walks. I walk to clear my mind and to find peace. Normally, I have so much going on throughout the week that I’ve recently found myself longing for a walk. As I walk I speak to God as if He were walking beside me. I pour out all of my frustrations on Him. Throughout the trails, rant to God about things like how I was hurt on Sunday and how on Monday I snapped at a friend. After I get everything out, I walk on in silence. I take in the beautiful sights and embrace the stillness. For the most part, I’ve figured out that I am an introvert which normally means I
I opened my eyes at around 9:00 a.m.; I could not imagine that today was my graduation day. I was so excited to get ready for the day I had dreamt of for twelve years. I called my cousin Sandra to remind her to do my makeup because she is a makeup artist. I told her that I needed it to be flawless because I wanted this day to be complete in everyway. I took a shower to get ready for the hair salon because I was going to dye my hair red for the first time. I wanted a simple hairstyle; straight on top with curls at the bottom.
I slept very happily all morning. I guess we were up a little later than I thought. I think my mind is still reeling from last night. I don’t know what I’m going to do with my self since Monday Night football is off, and Buffalo is out of the playoffs.