Soirée Under the Stars
My high school, like most others, was fully inhabited with occupied teenagers. The seniors not only had senioritis, but also had the many pressures of college, adulthood, and undeniably the near future. With what seemed like countless college essays, scholarship applications, and homework assignments students had an overwhelming amount of obligations. Yet despite theses academic demands, the seniors all gave the impression of having accepted and skillfully managed their load. In opposition, I had only accepted the anxiety, uncertainty, and burdens that derived from my necessary responsibilities and I had yet to accomplish my ever growing to-do list. However, none of these distressing emotions surpassed my facade. The …show more content…
She grabbed a comb, and immediately got to work yanking the gnarled knots, along with some innocent strands, out of my hair. My sister gathered a clump of hair, wrapped it around the hot curling iron, and after thirty seconds created a perfect curl. She sprayed each curl as if trying to mask the smell of burnt, dead hair, but the pungent odor was still evident. I painstakingly endured this process: gather, wrap, curl, spray, gather, wrap, curl, spray, and repeat. My grooming makeover finally complete, she commanded me to look. Despite the distinct damage to my delicate hair, she had created an elegant hairstyle by twisting some pieces into elaborate braids which were accompanied by an abundant amount of billowing curls. The mission was complete, my hairstyle framed my cosmetically enhanced face to achieve the picture-perfect illusion of a princess.
With the clock ticking down until the arrival of my date, I inspected my own reflection; I was almost unrecognizable. My makeup, hair, and even my dress concealed my true form and illuminated a distorted appearance of myself. I truly looked as if I were a princess. Satisfied my my insincere reflection, I strapped on my sandals, chose my jewelry, spritzed some perfume, and I was ready. As soon as my date arrived, we were directed, arranged, and moved into what seemed like a thousand different poses, all proof that validated our illusion of prince and
My high school, like most others, was fully inhabited with occupied teenagers. The seniors not only had senioritis, but also had the many pressures of college, adulthood, and undeniably the near future. With what seemed like countless college essays, scholarship applications, and homework assignments students had an overwhelming amount of obligations. Yet despite theses academic demands, the seniors all gave the impression of having accepted and skillfully managed their load. In opposition, I had only accepted the anxiety, uncertainty, and burdens that derived from my necessary responsibilities and I had yet to accomplish my ever growing to-do list. However, none of these distressing emotions surpassed my facade. The …show more content…
She grabbed a comb, and immediately got to work yanking the gnarled knots, along with some innocent strands, out of my hair. My sister gathered a clump of hair, wrapped it around the hot curling iron, and after thirty seconds created a perfect curl. She sprayed each curl as if trying to mask the smell of burnt, dead hair, but the pungent odor was still evident. I painstakingly endured this process: gather, wrap, curl, spray, gather, wrap, curl, spray, and repeat. My grooming makeover finally complete, she commanded me to look. Despite the distinct damage to my delicate hair, she had created an elegant hairstyle by twisting some pieces into elaborate braids which were accompanied by an abundant amount of billowing curls. The mission was complete, my hairstyle framed my cosmetically enhanced face to achieve the picture-perfect illusion of a princess.
With the clock ticking down until the arrival of my date, I inspected my own reflection; I was almost unrecognizable. My makeup, hair, and even my dress concealed my true form and illuminated a distorted appearance of myself. I truly looked as if I were a princess. Satisfied my my insincere reflection, I strapped on my sandals, chose my jewelry, spritzed some perfume, and I was ready. As soon as my date arrived, we were directed, arranged, and moved into what seemed like a thousand different poses, all proof that validated our illusion of prince and