Worst First 3 Days of School

I will never, and I mean never, dye my hair any unnatural color ever again until after I graduate high school.

Day 1:
*sigh*... So I go to the first day back to school on the 13th (I'm now in the 8th grade. One year til high school and one year until I can get my learner's permit so I "can run over people on the sidewalk", as my brother wrote in my birthday card) in a cute and fabulous white dress with beige laces in the chest area with a denim jacket and denim-like TOMS with silvery stars and golden earrings, with of course, my partially magenta-dyed hair.

But the thing is is that I go to a public school, and the dress code doesn't allow unnaturally-colored hair because it's a "distraction". But another thing: although there was magenta dye in my hair, it wasn't permanent. Ever time I wash my hair, it starts to fade away, so the time the dye may wash away would probably be a couple of months.

Right after I walked into my 2nd period class, my home room teacher motioned me to the hallway. When I obeyed and followed her, she began to say in a "I'm a kind adult and this kid is in trouble but I'm gonna talk to this kid to teach them how the thing they did is wrong and all the not-so-efficient-ways-to-discipline stuff" voice, "Now, when we get back to home room, we're gonna discuss the dress code rules and..." So then I stopped her with "Oh, yes, yeah *this* fades away after every wash, so it'll go away soon." "Yes, but, you still can't have that. You need to get that out today." "... Ok." and I got back to class. And of course a few of my friends were like "Oh cool nice hair when did you dye that it's cute", etc. But when I got to 3rd period, my teacher said "Yeah, if you come back to school tomorrow with that, you'll most likely be sent to the office or sent home."

"..."

That was when my heart fell in fear. Getting sent to the office/home on the second day of school is a BAD title because there are these kind of parties throughout the years which are actually pretty great for getting enough "stamps" for being good and not getting in trouble. Sent to the office/home is probably the worst consequence you'll get for doing something bad. Then I thought: "Wait, TONIGHT?! How the hell am I supposed to do that?! The closest salon is closed today, and even though the owner is a family and church friend, what if she can't fix my hair?!" A bunch of other worries flooded my head, but I was able to calmly reply the teacher with "Yeah yeah, ok, I will."

When I got home, I found out that my dad was flying out of town soon, so that's another member of team Family to help me figure out how to get my hair fixed. But before he left, I was able to get him to call my mom about this, and she said she would figure out what to do. I was half relieved, but I was wondering how the results would turn out since it was getting late.

Now at the time, my sister-in-law had been in labor for two days yet was still walking around, but had occasional contractions and was in pain. When I saw her and my mom sitting on the couch along with small, rectangular papers with two or three small boxes with a picture of a dye bottle on the cover and the two women discussing and trying to figure out the papers, I knew that we were doing it at home. I thought that the dye bottles were something to bring my normal hair color back, but I found it that it was darkening dye when I sat down in front of my mom when she told me. Mom thought that the school would allow til Monday to get the magenta out, but was shocked that they wanted it out now.

Yes. The school was somewhat that strict. They coulda just patiently waited for the dye to wash out perfectly, but nooooo, they wanted it out now and stomping their foot in a toddler-hissy-fit. It was then that I had lost all respect for that school.

So my sister-in-law absolutely insisted to dye my hair for me, so we all agreed to let her. So everything went usual like in every salon: some tugging at the hair, brushing the hair with the nauseating smell and vapor of the dye, etc. I do have a sensitive head, so the tugging hurt. But I have learned and gotten used to it slightly, so I only make faces while she was tugging. But it went on. And on. And on. For over 30 minutes. I'm used to the normal 10-ish minutes, but not a flipping over 30 minutes. And my scalp started to get sore and hurt more. I had then started to cry -unlike me- and even get emotional and blubbering "I just wish the school wasn't so strict and this didn't have to be so painful and sob sob sob". It was horrible. And the Ibuprofen didn't help at all. But my sis-in-law kept on going even though she paused from an occasional contraction, then resumed quickly. We kept telling her that we could get someone else to do this but she kept replying with "I know I know but I want to do this just let me finish this already"

FINALLY she was done, and I went to the shower and rinsed my hair, then mom had to put this other lotion to help with the dye and to "help with the pain on my scalp" (pure lies) into my hair, causing pain again. I began to cry, and she asked "Are you crying?" (My back was facing her) I whimpered "Yes." "Well, I'm sorry I'm hurting you, sweetie." "I know." "I love you." "Love you too." (This part of a conversation is completely normal in our family. You can't not expect it) She finished and I rinsed my hair again, and the fixing-my-hair process was complete.

And it was ash brown. Nearly black. They said I looked so gothic, and I agreed. And didn't like it that much, but I couldn't care less about it. Then my bro (husband of laboring sis-in-law) recommended that I blow dry my hair. Another thing: I hate irons and blow dryers because the heat bothered my ears, face, and head. I immediately said "No my scalp's had enough ;-;" and went to sleep somewhere at 11:30.

Day 2:
I was so tired that morning. So tired. I was 99% close to completely fall asleep on the bus, which has happened never. A kid woke me up when the bus stopped by the high school and asked if I drop off here. This has happened a few times before, yet I still have no idea why people think I go to high school, I mean, I'm short. Are you blind or something. But as usual, I said no and went back to sleep. Then another kid whacked my feet with a magazine-or-something when we got to the middle school and ect.

I got to my home room and told the teacher about dying my hair last night, and said that it was very painful and don't send me to the office if you see any red (which there was 2 slivers of) out of tiredness, and I was about to go on in an angry manner until she interrupted me and said Ok and to go to my seat. My eyelids weighed 1,000 pounds, so I was in a constant battle to not collapse in slumber. But I forgot my sleep deprivation later on, only to be sleepy again near lunch time. My slightly overly-hyper friend sitting behind me slightly helped me during lunch by smacking my cheeks 2-3 times. Just slightly helped. Then she asked pleadingly if she could braid my hair. I thought "Eh... screw it." and let her. That's when I found out that my head was STILL sore, so I shortly explained to her about last night but continued to let her mess with my hair. But lunch ended and a monster grows on my scalp so she stopped, I put my hair back in a ponytail, and went back to class. I became sleepy again after school, and I found out that at about 2 AM last night, my sis-in-law gave birth. So some family and I went to the hospital to see the totes adorbs baby, then went back home. I hit the hay at about 9:30. The only hing I was happy about at school was that I didn't get in trouble.

Day 3:
I was STILL SLEEP DEPRIVED. That dyeing night must've thrown off my nearly complete new school-sleep-schedule. Even though I could sleep til 7 since Mom and I were going to the salon to get my hair fixed. But it appeared that Dad did not know about that. He called one of the home phones that was in my room at 6 (the usual time to wake up) telling me to get ready for school. I thought "Crap, I'm seriously tired and I just can't get up" then realized the visit to the salon "Oh thank God " and slept again. Then 30 minutes later, my dad barges in and says "C'mon, it's 6:30, get up!" and clapped his hands audibly. I tried to tell him about the salon, but my thoughts were slurred from suddenly being woken up and said "N-no I don't have to cuz the..." "Oh right, you're visiting the salon. I'm sorry." "It'sh ok..." and left. I was honestly ticked off, but was too tired to continue to be angry about it and fell asleep again. That must've been why I was still tired.

So we went to the salon and couldn't get the dark out and could only add some highlights to lighten my hair, and learned that I had to let my hair grow out the dye. And I already started to miss my natural hair color. I felt devastated.

So remember kids, NEVER dye your hair with unnatural colors until you graduate high school. EVER.