spring
It's that time of year again folks, I've been growing my hair out all year long promising to continue to do so, but the pull of the hair product aisle just seems to lure me back...yes, I have recently chopped my hair off, and of course, it is super cute!
The night before I cut my hair I was talking with Krissy and Sam and they were both having issues dealing with high school behavior and it got me thinking. If I actually was able to express my inner self through my outer appearance while in high school, everything would have been very different. Just think of it, a girl in high school at a town in westchester county NY, ultimate suburbia, yeh, if I had dyed my hair a strange color, more than just turquoise on the tips, not only would I have received odd looks from the conservative elders of the town but even members of my own generation. Yeh, that would have been super fun as a teenage girl who nonetheless feels uncomfortable in the stressful atmosphere that is high school. And could you even imagine if I had cut my hair into what would have inevitably been deemed a "butch" hair cut, yeh that would have gone over even better seeing as even people at my own college wish to judge me in that way. And to top it all off, to have a tattoo and a nostril piercing, awesome, I totally would have fit into cookie-cutter perfect, preppy harrison, ny.
Now, just last year in my first year of college, I had done most of above mentioned things all except the piercing. And of course last year i really thought nothing of it. But this year, when friends are all thinking about leaving Smith and re-entering the real world to adventure to new countries, I am faced with the feelings of past high school pettiness, and it sucks. I mean, to witness such acts committed by people that have "chosen" to be in such an accepting atmosphere is just weird, and it brings reality back to the forefront. Eww, it gives me chills just remembering all that high school was about, up until the past week I had looked back fondly on my high school, but now, I don't know, I can completely understand why people hated it there.
Ultimate moral of my entry: even though my hair may be very short, my nose is pierced, I have a tattoo, which I may add is very well hidden, and I have chosen to attend a school that separates me from what some classify the male gender of our species, this is by no means a reflection on my total self. My total self is just what it is, mine and it shouldn't matter what I look like. This is something I have come to realize based on the experiences of people close to me and myself as well, and seeing as it was something I believe very important to discover, maybe others should too. Or at least stop being immature and stupid. The end.
P.S. I miss boys
The night before I cut my hair I was talking with Krissy and Sam and they were both having issues dealing with high school behavior and it got me thinking. If I actually was able to express my inner self through my outer appearance while in high school, everything would have been very different. Just think of it, a girl in high school at a town in westchester county NY, ultimate suburbia, yeh, if I had dyed my hair a strange color, more than just turquoise on the tips, not only would I have received odd looks from the conservative elders of the town but even members of my own generation. Yeh, that would have been super fun as a teenage girl who nonetheless feels uncomfortable in the stressful atmosphere that is high school. And could you even imagine if I had cut my hair into what would have inevitably been deemed a "butch" hair cut, yeh that would have gone over even better seeing as even people at my own college wish to judge me in that way. And to top it all off, to have a tattoo and a nostril piercing, awesome, I totally would have fit into cookie-cutter perfect, preppy harrison, ny.
Now, just last year in my first year of college, I had done most of above mentioned things all except the piercing. And of course last year i really thought nothing of it. But this year, when friends are all thinking about leaving Smith and re-entering the real world to adventure to new countries, I am faced with the feelings of past high school pettiness, and it sucks. I mean, to witness such acts committed by people that have "chosen" to be in such an accepting atmosphere is just weird, and it brings reality back to the forefront. Eww, it gives me chills just remembering all that high school was about, up until the past week I had looked back fondly on my high school, but now, I don't know, I can completely understand why people hated it there.
Ultimate moral of my entry: even though my hair may be very short, my nose is pierced, I have a tattoo, which I may add is very well hidden, and I have chosen to attend a school that separates me from what some classify the male gender of our species, this is by no means a reflection on my total self. My total self is just what it is, mine and it shouldn't matter what I look like. This is something I have come to realize based on the experiences of people close to me and myself as well, and seeing as it was something I believe very important to discover, maybe others should too. Or at least stop being immature and stupid. The end.
P.S. I miss boys