This post inspired me to write about MY worst haircut ever, which happened during the last 3 weeks of 8th grade.
When I was in 8th grade, I had long thick dark hair, which I wanted layered (like Rachel from friends). My aunt took me to her very fancy hair salon, where the owner, a man named PACO - WARNING SIGN #1, was waiting. He sat me on an elevated platform in the back of the salon, in front of a mirror that looked like Cinerella's (WARNING SIGNS 2 and 3) and started to chat. He told me all about living in Key West, and the time he broke his neck falling off a curb in NYC. (WTF?)
Then he put my hair up in a high pony, AND CHOPPED IT OFF.
You can't fix that. There is no going back once you cut a FOOT of hair off someone's head. I started to cry almost immediately. It was horrible. My aunt kept saying "he'll fix it!", but when I left the store I had a very, VERY short PIXIE. My mom came to pick me up and attempted to comfort me, however I think she was convinced I was going to throw myself out on the highway during the drive home. (She kept her hand on my leg the entire ride, as I sobbed into the window). Now imagine being a tall tom-boy of a girl, who then shows up for the last 3 weeks of 8th grade with a BOY'S HAIRCUT. I was mortified and wore a lot of hats that summer. The cut was actually really becoming in retrospect, but seriously, who does that to a MIDDLE SCHOOLER?!
(pics coming soon)