And by my own students!
01.02.2016 - 05.02.2016 80 °F
But hey at least it was for a good cause.
Last week, I mentioned that I was raising money for the Children of Haiti Project, a charity that helps provide education for 50 kids all the way through high school. A group that otherwise would not have access to education.
As planned, homerooms raised money all week. Some were a bit more innovative than others and proved to be more successful. There was not a lack of creativity by the student body on how to shape my hair.
Mohawk with side ponytails.
Avatar colored blue.
Bald spot with a monk cut around the sides.
In the end, students raised a total of C.I. $620 (US $750) that will be donated directly to the non-profit organization.
At the beginning of our school assembly, I announced that Mr. James' homeroom had won and I swiftly headed back to the temporary barber shop. Robyn from Studio V figured out what crazy style the winning group of students wanted and went to work.
In an instant, a hand pulled a massive handful of hair high above my head that took three years to grow and withstood the constant disapproval of Nadine and Sophie, and it was gone like that! Some sheering here, teasing there, and I was a teacher ready to test my students and their ability to focus in class.
My daughter's initial reaction when she saw me afterwards, "Ewww, you look like a girl!" Well, if I looked like a girl, it would be one from the 80's and that would still be one ugly girl with a butchered haircut. I think the more accurate description of my coiffure would be an early 90's Billy Ray Cyrus mullet.
The rest of the day, I graced the hallways and Spanish classroom with a flowing mullet. It wasn't as wild and crazy as expected and not bad enough to be an obvious joke. Thus, when I went to pick up lunch at a local sub shop, no one quite looked at it with suspicion as much as pity for sporting such a harebrained hairstyle.
By end of the day, it was time to take my relationship with my mullet to a new level, but not until I had coached at Domino's t-ball practice. After the hour and a half practice, I drove to Studio V to bid a permanent adieu to my doo.