I was originally only going to keep the purple hair until the end of the school year.
Then it was just through New York.
Then it was just until after Asia/Seattle.
Then it was until the end of summer. The school year was a good time to go back to brown, right? It's a clean break, a time to start over. Except the closer I got to school starting up again, the sadder I was to lose the purple. When I tried to make an appointment with my stylist, I discovered she was on vacation all week. The soonest I could get in was Saturday, the day after I had to report for duty. I figured it would still work - I would be brown before I saw any students.
But the more I lamented the change, the more I wondered if I needed to change it at all. Surely I could find the time once every few weeks to redye it ("Ha!" laughs future mid-speech-season me). I wasn't sure if purple hair was really kosher for teachers at my school, though. I mean, I could justify it easily when I did it since it was a result of a bet with the students - I was motivating the Promise of Tomorrow! But now.... now it was just for me.
Since I couldn't change it beforehand anyway, I went to school Friday planning to see how my principal and superintendent reacted.
And they didn't. Neither one said a word to me about it or even gave me a questioning glance.
And so I gleefully told my stylist Saturday, "We're keeping the purple!"
"Oh, good," she said. "I wasn't really sure how to undo it yet."
|In progress shot with judgy Luke Perry wanna-be pursing his lips at the camera|