Donating eight inches of my hair

I heard the snipping of the scissors. I knew exactly what was happening, but had no idea about the outcome. When she showed me my ponytail, I was stunned. I couldn’t believe what I had done.

As a member of our schools’ National Honor Society, I was told that we were going to hold an event at the end of the year to donate our hair in order to make wigs for kids with childhood cancer. As soon as I found out about this, I immediately decided I was going to participate by cutting eight inches of my own hair.

However, the scheduled day of this event is June 24th, the day after graduation, but I was eager to cut my hair before Prom. I decided that I was going to cut it before then, so I made an appointment at my hair salon and anxiously waited as the date approached.

I scheduled my appointment for May 8th, and I couldn’t wait to get rid of my hair. Before I cut my hair, it was about 23 inches of thick curly knots. I was excited and more than ready for change. I have kept my hair at that long length since I was a freshman four years ago. The length I had it at was the longest it’s ever been, and now my hair is the shortest it’s ever been.

When the day of Math 8th rolled around, I couldn’t contain my excitement. My eyes constantly glared at the clock during school; 6:30 couldn’t come fast enough. Everyone I told was excited to see how it would turn out. I was nervous to cut off my long curls; I felt as if it defined me as a person.

As I was waiting at home, I started getting super nervous. I hadn’t gotten a haircut in over a year. I got really jittery, almost the same nerves I get when I step on the track before a race. I picked up my friend Kelly who was just as excited to see my new hair as I was.

On the way to the hairdressers, my hands got very sweaty when I was gripping my steering wheel. I attempted to park, but it took me a few tries because I was nervous. As soon as I walked into the hair salon my hair dresser was stunned at the news. She has been my hair stylist since I was a little girl, and she’s never done such a dramatic cut.

I stood there as she carefully measured out eight inches of my hair. My hair was seconds away from being chopped off, and Kelly had her camera ready. I heard the snip of her scissors; the whole process seemed to take forever. When she was finished, she showed me the giant curly pony tail she cut off my head.

I looked in the mirror and was shocked to see all my hair gone. When she was done trimming and styling it, the final product was nine inches of my hair. I couldn’t believe the difference of length. It was so different, but I loved it. My hair felt extremely healthy and soft.

When I walked into school the next day, everyone said they loved my hair. Throughout the day, people were surprised to see the dramatic change, but all positive remarks were positive. Trying to put my hair up in a ponytail was quite different. I was used to braiding long locks of hair, and now it’s a short nub.

Donating my hair was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, and I hope some underclassmen see what I’ve done and decide to make a difference as well. I hope whoever gets my hair as a wig will appreciate it.