Last night as I was walking home, I passed the shop where I last had my hair cut. I had been feeling the pressures of tons of paper work, pressures of being the president of my association- always too many things to do. Then I thought of the last time that I had sat in the barber chair at that shop.
Just before my trip to Russia in June I decided to try and remove some of the gray from my hair. I pictured the stylist just bringing some of my old color back. She somehow decided that a light yellow blond was closest to the color that I have now. When I arrived home, Donna thought it was dreadful. She was really the only person who didn't like it, but maybe the most important person to comment on my tonsorial changes.
Then in July I traveled to Latvia, a place full of lovely blonds. And I was talking to two lovely Latvians, one of them had very natural blond with a little brown. She said to me, "I wish that I had blond hair like yours." I didn't reply but I thought that it was one of the funniest things anyone could say to me. Not only is my hair color from a bottle, but also I have a huge bald spot in the back of head. Let's say that I am past my prime. She certainly was at the height of hers.
It just makes me laugh.
Reality check: Here I am back in my sixth period. I will try to help them make graphic visualization of their ideas. These ideas have come from an inductive search of the text. Over all not an easy task for anyone. Let's see how this sixth period does.
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