I'm participating in my first Totally Awkward Tuesday (hosted by Tova Darling) and realizing that this blog so far is less about being "Almost Grown-up" and more about memories from my childhood.
Nevertheless, here we go!
Totally Awkward Tuesday: Bad Hair Day
So, picture it. I'm about six years old, in summer school for first grade (not out of an academic necessity, more because my mom needed to put me somewhere while she worked and summer school was free and optional at the time). My hair is a light brown/blondish color, about down to my skinny little butt.
My teacher is endeavoring to teach us some nonsense. Maybe time-telling. Maybe spelling. Probably spelling, I never really paid attention to that. It was my innate gift back in the good old first-grade days.
So anyway, my teacher's up at the board, being very academic and all that jazz. I'm sitting at my desk, playing with my safety scissors. Big no-no. But I trimmed away at pieces of scrap paper, making fun shapes, shaved away at my pencils, but I was running out of things to use my fancy-shmancy scissors on.
...The hairdresser lady used her scissors on my hair. Why couldn't I do the same?
So, with a little hesitation, I pulled my long hair into my desk. Snip. Ooo. That was kind of entertaining. I snipped again. And I snipped and I snipped until eventually my teacher noticed that I wasn't looking at her, but rather the inside of my desk.
I winced. My whole name. This couldn't be good.
She stood over me and regarded me sternly. "What are you doing there?"
"Nothing?" I hastily withdrew my hands.
She peered into the dark recesses of my desk and must have seen some glimmer of hair. "Do you have a doll in there?"
"No!" I tried to stop her. I really did, but before I could say anything, she had reached in and withdrawn an enormous clump of my hair.
Mmmhmmm. Totally awkward.