The Certified Hair-cutter!

I woke up today, feeling really excited for school (for I don't know what reason). And I went to school with a light heart, thinking that it would be a BEAUTIFUL DAY. It was after all a Friday, so TGIF.

Even before the National Anthem was sung, I was called by my Discipline Mistress to go to the canteen. For what? TO EAT?? SIAO!
I was called to go to the canteen to get a haircut by that all hail hairdresser who loves to snip students' fringes off.
So off I went to the canteen after morning assembly.

My hair was barely covering my face, and it crossed my eyebrows less than 1.5 cm! A measly 1.5 cm! (And in case you're wondering... Yes, I measured it.)

I HAD TO FIND A WAY OUT.
NO WAY WAS I GOING TO LET HER CUT MY HAIR FOR $5 bucks.

I took out a pair of scissors, and SNIP! Off went my 1.5cm of hair/fringe.
The self-satisfaction and contentment kicked in!

I saved $5, AND I saved my pride.

That's the end of my hairy story.
At least my hair doesn't look NOOB-ISH. (:

Nat.
A certified HAIR-CUTTER.