10/30: Hide Me Please!

*Face Palm*
{If you missed the beginning of the 30 Day Challenge you can find it here}

This is my mom's fault.  Honestly, it is.  If she had just let me stay home that fateful day in ninth grade I wouldn't have been humiliated.  But, she told me to suck it up and that I had to go.  So...thanks, Mom.  Thanks.A.Lot.

the day before...

I had been wanting to get my hair dyed strawberry blonde for a while.  I don't know why but when I was younger I hated my brown hair.  Since seventh grade my mom had been letting me get highlights, and every time my hair grew more and more blonde.  So when I told my parents I wanted strawberry blonde hair, they immediately said okay and called to make my appointment.    

I had been going to this particular salon for a while and I really trusted the woman who usually did my hair.  But, on this particular day, she couldn't fit me in so I had to let someone else do it.  Everything was going fine at first, but then my scalp started to itch and burn.  I asked the girl if it was normal and she said yes.  Never having done this before I believed her and just sat there quietly, even though I wanted to rip the stuff off my head and scratch it until it felt better.  

The lighting was really bad in this salon, so when the girl finally styled my hair and I was able to look in the mirror I thought everything looked great.  But when my mom and I got out to the car she couldn't stop talking about the horrible dye job the girl did and how orange my hair looked.  I started getting nervous thinking that it really did look as bad as my mom was saying, and then my feelings were confirmed once Sam and Dad saw it.  Well.  That was it for me, I was not going to school the next day.  But, Mom told me I had to.  

embarrassed beyond belief...

Once at school the next day, I tried to act like nothing had changed.  But, kids are mean and I got called a lot of names.  The one I remember most was carrot top, said to me by my best friend Adam at the time.  In History class, Alana (big mouth...seriously this girl was never quiet) called over from the other side of the room and said, "What the hell happened to your head?"  Which, of course, made everyone stare at me.  I hung my head in shame and just prayed God would let me get through the day without further embarrassment.  He must have felt sorry for me because the rest of the day was a blur and then I was finally able to go home.

the aftermath...

Trust me when I say that I was really mad at my mom.  I couldn't believe she let me go to school like that!  I had orange hair.  Orange!  And I still had to go to school for one more day before it was the weekend.  Ugh...the humiliation!  Lucky for me, our friends at the time recommended this woman who did their hair in Warrenton.  We were able to get an appointment for that Saturday (thank goodness) and she fixed me right up.  When she was done, my hair was auburn and I could finally walk the halls at school without hanging my head in shame.  

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Needless to say, I grew to love my brown locks.  I still get my hair dyed from time to time but I will never try to go all blonde again.  I still cringe at the memory.  And no, there are no pictures.  That will be one part of my past that I will keep to myself.  :-)

My hair is kind of auburn in this picture....