Hair Barrette Analysis

When I saw Hairspray the Musical there were three things that I noticed that were important in making the theatrical performance. Those three things were the acting, production, and how the actors made us, the audience, feel. Each of these things contribute greatly to any performance. I feel that this production of Hairspray hit each of these notes very well.

Sometimes life lessons are learned the hard way. Unfortunately for me, this is how I learned mine. I do not mean to make this sad and depressing, but this is the truth.

I learned two lessons that I will always remember. One was to always stay close by your parents no matter what, because when they die you will somehow miss them and at that moment you will forgive them for everything they did to you that negatively affected you in a certain way.

All the lights, beaming, burning down on the shy 10 year old, frozen in the sudden spotlight, unsure whether to sing, or to run off the stage. Expectations all of a sudden changed from just a part of the choir now to leading the choir, through this unexpected solo. In a sense that’s what it felt like, I was thrust into the role of man of the house after my older brother went off to college and later medical school, and I wasn’t quite ready for it. There was only time to learn on my own and take what my older brother taught me to be responsible in the household. All of a sudden, everything was put in a stronger light, and it felt as if I was watched, and critiqued more than I used to be. For me to be the man my family wished me to be, it was either grow up, or give up; there was no time to be a baby, there was no time to take my time. The edge to do the right thing was mightier than it may have been for another 10 year old. From watching over the house when my mom wasn’t home, to taking care of my brother everyday, my days now consisted of homework, housework, and a daycare role for my brother. Yet given the circumstances, this 10 year old persevered. He disregarded the new “spotlight,” the new intensified responsibilities, and instead of running off the stage, embraced the role, and embodied the new responsibilities instead of shying away from them. Seven years

Showing children how learning something new can be just as exciting as racing through "the happiest place on earth" to ride Space Mountain for the fourth time that day. With only five minutes left to return to our family, our athleticism kicked in and helped us make it back with a minute to spare. Regardless of my breathlessness and my cousins complaints, I enjoyed every moment of that sprint and definitely appreciated the fact that I beat everyone to the castle. That day I realized how the little things in life, such as racing through my favorite theme park with some of my favorite people, can last forever as long as one takes time to enjoy it. Watching the fireworks with my young cousin, I could see the sparkle in her eyes and the magic that I used to have, and hope to still have, when I get

Rinse: Finally, rinse the shampoo out of your hair. If any of your extensions got tangled in the process, just use a wide toothed comb while you are still in the shower to carefully work out any tangles.

The hair follicle is maintained by continuous cycles of generation and degeneration, which are highly controlled by molecular signals that induce cell proliferation, differentiation, and death. Wnt, BMP, SHH, and Notch are a few of the signaling pathways that have been involved in regulating the hair cycle [28]. The hair cycle is divided into three stages, which are telogen, anagen, and catagen. Telogen is a quiescent period where the dermal papilla rests under the bulge stem cell compartment [14]. The dermal papilla is a group of mesenchymal cells that control hair follicle development and serve as a stem cell reservoir [11]. After receiving the necessary signals, the follicle enters the active state of hair growth, anagen. During this stage,

As a little girl I was very curious. I loved to explore my backyard with my brothers. We liked to big in the sand box, jump on the trampoline, play in the play house, and look for bugs. By the end of the day we all looked like dirty dogs. My hair is very thick, long, and tangles easy. After a day of hard playing my hair was in knots. My Mom hated fighting with me to take a bath every night because both of us knew we would have to face my dreaded hair monster. Brushing out my hair or as I like to call it pulling out my hair was a tortures event. I had a very tender head and as my Mom tried to detangle the hair monster the tears would start to roll down my cheeks and I would scream. We tried every kind of hair brush

I've had many life lessons that I was suppose to learn from, but again in reality I'm the one who's giving the advice to the person that wasn't

A big lesson learned early on is to always trust friends. The time, the end of sixth grade and my school was having an end of the year dance. It was my first dance and I had so much to think about. Whom was I going to take? What was I going to wear? How was I going to dance? Most importantly, how was I going to act like a complete idiot like usual? Panicking I took misguided advice from my ninety-year-old grandfather. Being lost, I completely followed his advice and had the worst experience of my life.

That was 17 years and hundreds of library books ago, and that preschooler is now a college student. In the years in between my family has grown to include two good-for-nothing cats, a 17 year old son, a 27 year old stepdaughter, and a two year old whose life has almost nothing in common with her sister’s at that age.

Having experienced emotions of pride and success from completing a project, I had an epiphany in seventh grade due to the process of making a scrapbook. The one thing that will forever remain in your life are your memories. I took it as not only a life lesson but also a mission. Despite the tedious process of finding old photos and writing in detailed descriptions about specific life events, the feeling of content after finishing my scrapbook encouraged me to do the same for my sister. My mom gave me an empty scrapbook filled with clear, plastic page holders. Like an eager student, I rushed to finish the first page, an introduction and dedication to my sister. It was not until I realized that I was not working on a school project, that I decided to start over and add meaning to the introduction. After my fourth attempt of writing a genuinely heartfelt note, and having found the perfect baby picture of my sister, I smiled at the page in triumph.

Hairspray is a film by John Waters that stars a number of actors and actresses; some fresh, some old, and some who disappear into obscurity after this film about 1960s Baltimore and its segregation. Ricki Lake plays a pleasantly plump high school girl in the early 60s named Tracey Turnblatt. Her mother, played by the character actor formerly known as Divine, irons and cleans neighbors' clothes for a living and Tracey's father, portrayed by Jerry Stiller, owns the Hardy Harr-Harr Joke-shop. Her and friend Penny Pingleton, performed by Leslie Ann Powers, watch a teen dance show called the Corny Collins Show, where Negro Day is the last Thursday of every month, hosted by Miss Motormouth Maybelle, Ruth Brown, because the 1960s was segregated leaving the show to be almost white only. Tracey and Penny audition to be on the show's council. Tracey is chosen and makes Amber Von-Tussle, Colleen Fitzpatrick, jealous. Tracey eventually ends up going steady with Amber's boyfriend, Link, Michael St. Gerard, and gaining popularity on top of it, fueling Amber more. She runs against her for Miss Auto Show 1963. Tracey wins, but due to a race riot at Amber's parents', Sonny Bono and Debbie Harry, own Titled Acres, was sentenced to reform school, defaulting Amber as the winner. The governor, Leo Rocca, is forced to pardon Tracey and allow integration as well, dethroning Amber and giving Tracey her title.

As I attempted to put on my shoes for the very first time, my sister was sitting next to me on the couch in the living room getting frustrated seeing me struggle. “Becca, here let me help you,” she insisted. “I can do it all by myself,” I responded in my little four-year-old voice. She ended up putting them on for me. “Come on Denise and Becca, we’re going to be late,” my dad said while getting my brother out of the baby blue walker. We ran to car excited with the thought of cake in our minds. I went in after my sister, sitting in my booster seat waiting for my dad to buckle me in while my mom puts my brother in his car seat. As we got to Peter Piper Pizza, I knew I was going to have a blast with all the games, food, and most importantly the cake. There were balloons and decorations everywhere, my mom grabbed my hand to lead me to where the birthday party was.

My mom pulled into the parking lot and parked the car. I could see the confused face on one of my sisters, but the other one seemed to have known what was going on.