My Hair Monologue

Vibrant hues of orange and yellow were smeared together and they played with violent shades of red. The rising sun rested in a bed of golden rose, cotton clouds. Its rays of light spilling over the hills like pale orange paint. At least, that's what I imagined this sunrise would look like in a world without skyscrapers and other assorted buildings suffocating the horizon, sucking the life out of the beauty that nature gives us, and replacing it with smoke, oil, and the stench of our ever growing need to expand. Our need, humanity's need to leave no blade of grass behind, to cover every inch of the earth with pollution and man made roads and structures, is what is destroying the beauty that nature provides.

Hailee Anderson Goal: My goal is to actually persuade the crowd and to fidget less while performing my monologue. It is good for a child to have a pet of their own Introduction/ Attention Grabbing Beginning: Have you ever begged your parents for a pet and they said no. Description of Issue: These days every kid wants a pet, but parents question if their child is ready for the responsibilities.

My Braideigh girls, today this just happened to mama..you woke up running into my bed just to get back into bed with Mommy. You told me to just lay and cuddle. Every time I hear those words you melt me because I know even with how independent and sassy my little baby girl is I still have you actually wanting and needing me..Just as I was ready to take off for work I looked at you, your face looked so much older today.. at that moment every emotion possible came over my body.. Proud,happy and sad because you are growing daily and there is no such thing as a just SLOW down button. Sad that I couldn't just lay in the bed and hold you tight when that's what you really wanted. because I know there's gonna be a day (before I know it) that you'll

3 samples of hair are picked from 3 suspects that maybe the murderer of Mr.Mowder. Another sample of hair was extracted from the crime scene left by the killer. Under the microscope, 4 samples of hair were observed. Sample A or Schwab’s hair sample was light brown, wide, had a presence of medulla, and dark shadings on both sides of the hair. Sample B or Clark’s hair was darker, thinner than Suspect A’s, and still had presence of medulla.The shading was uneven on the sides. Sample C or Klotz’s hair was light blonde or grey, wide, had no presence of medulla, and no shading. Finally the hair sample found on the body of Mr.Mowder was light brown, wide, had presence of medulla, and dark shading on the sides. Sample C was widely different from the other hair samples due to its color. Samples B, C and the victim hair are more similar due to it’s

I have something I need to tell you. It feels weird announcing this, because nothing has changed. I feel exactly as I’ve always felt, and I’m still the same person I’ve always been, I’ve just accepted a few things. It  almost feels pointless to say, because it seems so obvious to me, but I think I should tell you anyway. I don’t know how exactly to explain myself, because it’s how I’ve always felt, but I’ll try help you to understand without writing down every thought I’ve ever had.

It was a bright, crisp, mellow morning in April. I, being the untalented and unwilling hair stylist that I am, decided that getting dolled up wasn’t exactly going to slide into my schedule this morning. Instead, I declined the idea and rummaged around for another alternative that was probably buried under a pile of bobby pins and hair combs. Postliminary, I discovered the only item that would shelter my bedhead from onlookers - a fashionable headscarf. Naturally and skillfully, I wrapped my unkempt hair and headed to my National History Day practice that I was already pressed for time for. I’ve always been keen on the idea and look of headscarves, and I’ve always believed that headscarves were admirable and a unique accessory, and seeing that

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As I walk down the hallway, I feel the fear creeping over me, it's almost overwhelming. I have to remind myself to breathe, I have it written on my hand “just breathe.” Sometimes the hallway is wide and it’s easier to breathe, but other times, it is so narrow I feel as though the walls are coming together to crush me. People are often flooding the hallway making me drown, and gasping for air. My friend Haley is beside me and I reach for her hand so she can guide me through the flooded hallways. I find comfort and a little confidence with the little human contact I allow.

My name is Ty and I am looking into getting a tattoo. I looked at your portfolio and I love your work. My brother's ex-girlfriend drew the tattoo that I want, but I am currently getting it redrawn to make it look better. I was wondering if you were able to do appointments. Also, is there anything I need to do before getting the tattoo? Please let me know. Thank you!

Have you ever been through a journey faced with complications that lead you through frequent steps that can occasionally make you want to give up? I decided to do my capstone project on The Journey of Natural Hair, mainly focusing on the selections of afro-textured portions throughout my project. A journey of natural hair is a route you take along with your hair as you encounter different changes and ideas pertaining to your hair. The Natural hair journey technically starts when you are born because everyone is born with different varieties of natural hair. My reason for choosing such a topic is because it is something I can relate to. I have also experienced many of the common stages along my natural hair journey. This topic stands out to me and is something I enjoy talking and learning about. I understand that many aren’t able to self-experience a journey of natural curls which varies with race and background. Exposures to chemicals such as hair relaxers can permanently change the texture of the relaxed portion of hair. As I research further into my subject I hope to learn how certain things can manipulate the hair. I also seek to learn new things the journey has prepared as it continues step by step. I can achieve this by gaining more knowledge about natural/afro-textured hair through others experiences and studies on it.

By 8 o'clock, when Kitty arrived, much of the city was considerably drunk. This didn't exclude Kitty, who had helped herself to half of a bottle of wine before heading over, nor did it exclude Ana, whose costume allowed her to drink as much as she wished without notice.

So I took them off and set them down and then you pick the pair you want off the plastic pages and then they take them and put them in this press thing and then they're all good and you put them on by just putting them on the place on your back, and this time they sorta snapped in somehow, and then they're all good. I wanted to change my hair too, I forget what mine looked like but it was fairy hair so it changed as soon as the fairy guy turned me into a fairy. So I wanted this long wavy look but I didn't want brown. They only had select styles and colors and you could mix and match and put another color with one. There was only about 6 to choose from. There was a pink pony tail. A long waxy brown. A brown ponytail. Something teal. And a

“Do you have any mirrors around so I can look at myself cause I have no idea what I look like.”

At some point in a woman's life, she is, if like most women, unhappy with her hair. A woman with straight hair wishes for curly ringlets. A woman with curly hair wants stick-straight locks. Thick and coarse desires to be fine and thinner. Fine and thin begs for thick hair.

I was getting closer to Danger. My shoes were sticking to the floor and I remembered the sensation of walking in the stickiness of spilled soda in a movie theater. Pulling my shirt collar up over my nose I took careful steps, again using my hand as a guide around the perimeter of the room. It was large and the wall had a slight curve, with no paintings and an empty bookshelf. As I got closer, the stickiness now covered the walls and in disgust, I had to slow my pace even further. I was only touching the wall every few steps in order to limit the time I had to spend feeling the film.