bad hair day essay

wait for his first day of kindergarten. He couldn’t wait to spend eight hours a day with his best friend, Mary. However, Mary got sick, so Harry had to go alone to his first day of kindergarten. Harry was very scared. When Harry got there he thought, “This isn’t so bad,” but then they went out for recess and Charles, who was supposed to be in first grade, walked towards him. Charles shoved him on the ground and yelled “Hey Hairy Harry, can you see through your ugly mane of hair.” At this Harry

request any one of us.”* He lets either son cut his own hair and does not seem to play favorites. They have each cut hair of men, women, and children. The Rabons have seen their share of hairstyles through the years. “Our most popular cut is your basic, regular haircut,” Cliff says. They also cut many flat tops and fades, which are also known as high and tights. Phil has cut one woman’s hair three times to donate to Locks of Love. Shaving lines in hair has also been popular, and Cliff and Phil found themselves

The next day in school everyone was talking about how I had won the game and everything and how cool I was with it. What I was waiting for was my new streak to begin. So I’m walking down the hall and who’s coming down the hall with her two girlfriends but none other than Celia Evora, her loveliness. “H-Hey C-Celia,” I manage to spit out of my quivering mouth. The suavity I usually had was nonexistent around Celia. “D-Did you see the game last night?” She raises an eyebrow and looks at me with

out and the nicest of hair stylists. I’ve went there twice. The first time it was a great experience, I presented a picture of a previously done client they posted on there Instagram and it came out exactly how I wanted it and I loved it. The second time I asked for a copper red. After getting my hair done, the stylist pointed out the top of my hair was brighter because the toner didn’t show up, so the bottom appeared darker, I was asked to come in again after couple days and get it retoned without

switch to my cheap, red Revlon hair dryer, I took one glance in the mirror and noticed my hair looked exactly as expected: terrible. My dark brown curls were separated, flattened, and all the volume had been suctioned out. My once-voluptuous locks were now dry and brittle noodles. I have never had great experiences with hair dryers. Honestly, how could I? I have fine, curly hair that frizzes at the very touch of my fingers. Some days it looks like a rat’s nest, other days it looks like five rat’s nests

tied up a little piece of his hair with a thread to keep the witches away, “Pretty soon a spider went crawling up my shoulder, and I flipped it off and it lit in the candle; and before I could budge it was all shriveled up”(3). This makes Huck’s view of superstition very visible. Huck tends to believe things out of fear when something awful is about to happen. Like for instance, in chapter 4, Huck wants to throw salt over his shoulder because he thinks that some of the "bad Luck" will stop following

eating, and I try to exercise whenever I have time. Along with this, I try to keep the decibel, the measure of the loudness of a sound, of the music I am listening to on my phone low so as not to damage my ears. In addition, I brush my teeth every day, morning and night, to ensure that I do not contract a buildup of plaque, a soft, colorless, sticky film containing bacteria that coats teeth. Being a teenager, I know I need to take extra good care of my skin to avoid having acne. Although I do many

While I was growing up in Haiti with a happy family. I was a happy child, bad at home but I was a smart girl in school. My family was there for me when I need them, whether in a bad or good situation, they never let me go. Also, my family always found a way to keep a big smile in my face. They always knew what was wrong and right when I maked a bad decision. One day, all the happiness went away. My life became harder, I was scared, and sad. On March 20, 2005, I thought I was going to die. I became

their so-called “new friend”. I watch as I stand next to my rusting faded blue locker squeaking as I shut it. Her blonde hair, tan skin, and short posture resembles mine as she walks down the cluttered 7th grade hallway. Jadyn, my friend joyfully runs to me with a delighted smile, it’s hard to miss her when she’s wearing her favorite bright neon green shirt. Her almond hair is all over her face from her voyage over to me while getting pushed around like a ball in a pinball machine. She then tells

away land there lived an evil girl by the name Rapunzel and she used her hair for the unthinkable. Rapunzel grew up having a dysfunctional life because she was taken away from her biological parents at a young age. Rapunzel was not aware of this happening, but later on in her life she found out. This is when the horror and evil entered and doomed all of the land. Every day Rapunzel’s mother would lock her along with her hair away so she could not leave the house or hurt anyone - at this time her mother