Spring Break Haircut
By August D. Adams
My older sister
Elaine had always been jealous of me ever since we were children. She
was envious of the fact that people always said I was a cuter child.
She was envious of the fact I was more popular among my friends and
peers. She was envious of the fact that I got better grades all
throughout elementary and high school. She was envious of the fact I
grew to be much prettier than her as I got older. And last but
certainly not least, she had always been, ever since we were
children, envious of my long gorgeous dark blond hair. Her own hair,
thin and stringy and a dull brown, just couldn't compare, no matter
how hard she tried Eventually she just gave up and cut it short into
a plain, boring bob.
My hair, on the
other hand, grew longer and longer as I got older. In high school it
got to the length I ended up keeping it at, hanging down in a thick
amazing sheet to the middle of my bum. I always got compliments on my
hair, whether from friends, strangers or family members. I loved my
hair. I considered it my best feature and it was most certainly my
most prized possession, my crowning glory so to speak. I took
immaculate care of it, which showed in it's healthy and wonderful
condition, and whenever I got it cut I always only got a half an inch
trimmed from the ends.
The summer before
I was to leave for college, I was positively beaming because I'd
gotten a full scholarship to an east coast Ivy League school. Since I
didn't have to pay for tuition, my parents agreed to use my college
fund to pay for my own apartment instead of a tiny dorm room. I was
stoked to live on my own, experience college life and get a taste of
independence in a new city.
