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Iowa Dance Marathon Research Paper

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The buzzing of razors and the clipping of scissors filled the basement of the Iowa Memorial Union. A few girls are wiping away tears as their golden locks fall to the ground. Our friends are taking photos and videos of our reactions. Other girls are chatting about how much they want to cut off, while others are complaining about how much their feet hurt. It is four in the morning, we are only nine hours in, we still have fifteen hours left.
Sophomore year of high school, I needed a change. I decided to cut off six inches of my hair off. I was no longer the girl who hid behind her hair, I was ‘edgy.’ Even though I love my new short hair cut, there’s not much that can be done with short hair. Therefore, when my brother was planning to get married …show more content…

The Big Event is where students do not sit, and they do not sleep, and they do not drink caffeine, all in support of these children going through these tough times. My senior year of high school, when I decided to come to the University of Iowa, Dance Marathon raised over $2 million all for the kids. I knew I wanted to be a part of …show more content…

At that moment I found my reason to cut my hair short again. Fast-forward to February 5th 2016, I had raised over $500 in order to attend the Big Event. I have been growing my hair out for three years now, it nearly reaches my belly button. Today was the day I was going to cut off my locks and donate them to make a wig for a little girl who needs the hair more than I do. At four in the morning on February 6th, my friend Lauren and I headed down the the basement of the Iowa Memorial Union, where they would be cutting our hair. Lauren and I stood in line, waiting our turn for our hair cuts. One by one we got closer to the front of the line. Lauren started to get nervous, as she has had long hair all her life, and didn’t know if she would like it short. To me, hair is just hair, it will grow back. I had to keep reminding Lauren we were doing this for the kids. It was finally our turn to sit down and get our hair cut. My hair dresser asked if I wanted her to cut the minimum of eight inches off, I told her it’s just hair and to cut 10 inches off. I no longer wanted the hair, it didn’t belong to me anymore, it belonged to a little girl battling cancer. The hair dresser parted my hair down the center and put three rubber bands in my hair. She started her clippers and began to cut my hair. Next she grabbed her scissors, and with one chop she handed me 10 inches of my hair. In 5 minutes, I went from hair

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