Personal Narrative: The Day I Cut Their Hair

I concentrated on the hair clipper making its way through the thick strands that had become my hair : its buzzing sound, its blade that went from the front to the back of my scalp and the bush of hair that it was proud to have cut. Even with the irritating tiny black hairs that were falling on the back of my neck, I knew that I had made the right decision.
Our graduating class was given two options: cut your hair or get dismissed. I could feel the negative energy radiating from my 90 raging set mates; there was a lot of cussing and grumblings flying around . It had never been heard of that the graduating class of Loyola Jesuit College cut their hair in the year of their graduation but the new administration seemed to have made a new set of rules.
Some of my friends had already made up their minds: they were not letting a single strand leave their scalps. When they asked me why I wasn't reacting to our predicament, I …show more content…
I stared at my small bouncy fro and a smile crossed my face as I remembered the day I had started growing it. I didn't think it would grow this high but look where I am: tiny cute curls . All of a sudden, it hit me. For 6 years, I had cut my hair over and over again while getting an education. I may have invested some hundreds of Naira in growing my hair but a fortune had gone into getting me educated. I had to consider my dad who spoke to all sorts of people every day, especially the nasty and rude ones, so that he could market his company's detox machine and save money for my fees. Was my hair more important than that sacrifice? Was I about to throw the 6 years of the struggles of staying up late at night studying for Chemistry Continuous Assessments because of hair? I should give up the chance of gracefully walking up in my blue and yellow graduation robe to receive my diploma with everyone screaming and cheering because I made it out of secondary school? No