I have always had the most drab, dull hair color. For much of my adolescent life, I felt like something significant was missing from my life. In every activity I pursued, be it running for student body president, mock trial captain, or yearbook editor, I seemed to fall flat. My life, just like my hair, was dull and lifeless. Then one day, I went to the salon to get a routine trim when it hit me – my life would be so much better if I had luminous caramel, butterscotch, and maple syrup-colored streaks in my hair. Against my mother’s wishes, I dived headfirst into the proverbial pot of peroxide.
I was so nervous when the stylist was applying the foreign-smelling substance to my head, but I knew that it was the right thing to do. No matter how nervous I was about this change, I knew I could not turn back now.
After sitting for hours under the harsh, grueling lights of the salon’s heaters, my new hair, and by association, my new life. Once my new cut and color was unveiled to the student body at my school, all my dreams came true. Not only did the president-elect suddenly and mysteriously “transfer” to another school, leaving me to take her place, but the mock trial team rebelled and decided that I would be the best person to lead them to the state championships. And as though things couldn’t get any better, the moderator of the literary magazine approached me and asked me to be editor, which is a far more prestigious position than that of yearbook editor.
So, thanks to my brave decision to highlight my hair, I ended the year by becoming the most overachieving student that my school has ever produced…not to mention the one with the best hair.
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