Personal Narrative: My Hair

I wanted to start of the event with this video. I made it a few weeks ago. When I started working on this project I really thought that this was a minority only problem and I wanted to focus on Hispanics because of my Colombian decent. I wanted to honor my roots while embracing my American life style. But it was Monday night, a slow day at a beautiful restaurant overlooking the ocean city somersault bridge and I was polishing glass for my side work and chit chatting with my coworkers. I was specifically talking to a co work. American. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. About 40 years old. I was telling her about my Tuesday plan that was handing out exit surveys at a polling location. She was confused. I said yes the primaries are tomorrow (this was Monday

3 samples of hair are picked from 3 suspects that maybe the murderer of Mr.Mowder. Another sample of hair was extracted from the crime scene left by the killer. Under the microscope, 4 samples of hair were observed. Sample A or Schwab’s hair sample was light brown, wide, had a presence of medulla, and dark shadings on both sides of the hair. Sample B or Clark’s hair was darker, thinner than Suspect A’s, and still had presence of medulla.The shading was uneven on the sides. Sample C or Klotz’s hair was light blonde or grey, wide, had no presence of medulla, and no shading. Finally the hair sample found on the body of Mr.Mowder was light brown, wide, had presence of medulla, and dark shading on the sides. Sample C was widely different from the other hair samples due to its color. Samples B, C and the victim hair are more similar due to it’s

It was a Friday morning and the clock just struck 6 am. Ring, ring, ring as my alarm clock went off, but I acted like I couldn’t’ hear my alarm because I dreaded going to school every single day, because of the harassment and vicious word’s from my school class mates. At the very young age of 7 years I was diagnosed with Alopecia, which is an autoimmune disease that causes extreme hair loss. I’m going to share with you my very personal experience of living with Alopecia, and how I rose above the worst, and finally overcame Alopecia.

“The same as Zack, dark brown,” Ben replied, looking in the direction of the file in Bobby’s hands.

Recently a client asked, “After being a hairdresser for so many years, how much more can you learn attending hair cutting classes every year?” Thinking of the most recent three-day-advanced class in which our salon team participated, I thought of a term that we were taught pertaining to hair cutting and that I relearned about life in general. The term, ‘where does that hair live’ is one of Eufora’s core concepts in learning to cut hair effectively. Where the hair lives (area of the head from which it grows and the direction where it falls naturally) is an important factor in considering the over all cut, style and manageability of the look one is trying to achieve. Another factor taken into consideration is the diameter of the hair (fine or course) and is the hair straight, wavy or curly. But most important is where does that hair live naturally?

Those women actually combed my hair. With that stupid comb that I want, no need, to break into pieces. It hurt. Not enough for me to want needles again. No pain could ever come close to that. But those women did hold me down. Kept me right in place in the tub with water running down my scalp and hair pulled out. Bet that there's still pieces of white hair all over the floor from when I tried to get out because the comb got stuck.

For all of those that have hair, all know how much getting a haircut can do to your appearance. When talking about becoming a barber you ask yourself these simple questions; - Do I really want to cut hair? - Am I willing to take the blame for something you mess up on? - Do I really want to cut kids hair? - Is the pay good enough? - How well do I think I'll be at being barber? - Are my communication, organization, and social skills up to a good point? - Am I willing to go through how ever much college I need to to become a barber? As long as you answered yes to these questions you should have a good chance at becoming a barber if you want to be a barber that bad. Barbers have a huge impact on your appearance because your hair can make

I am Balder. I live in Norrvegr. I am a Norseman. I am the eldest of four children. I dress in typical Scandinavian clothing, I typically wear linen or wool shirt and trousers, spun and woven by my mother and sisters in our home. The women wear dress like garment called shift made of same material. Over that they wear a dress open at the sides held with shoulder straps. In colder weather they wear cloaks or shawls. Clothing is held in place by brooches. Our shoes and boots are made of calfskin or goatskin. And of course animal skins to keep warm.

I'm 10 years old and I have long curly brown hair. I have a love/ hate relationship with my hair. I love having it but at the same time it is just too much work to make sure it looks nice and I'm tired of hurting my head every time my mom tries to comb the knots out. After a couple days I finally decided to ask my mom about cutting my hair. She was very surprised and questioned what I was saying, " Since when did you want to cut your hair? I thought that you loved having it long?? Even I was alittle surprised by the question I was asking because I did love having it long but then again I’ve never had it short so I had nothing to compare it too. I then answered saying, " I do, but maybe it’s time for a change. Change is always good right?” Not completely sure what I was getting myself into I decided that I’m going to actually do it although that I love my hair. Later that night my mom and I were watching tv and a commercial for St. Jude Hospital & the Locks of Love Foundation appeared on the screen. Then I got such a great idea and It was

There was a neighbourhood woods across our school. I pushed the main entrance gate off with my feet and stepped outside from where it was the beginning of the woods. I walked deep into the woods and discovered a gigantic willow. The willow tree was surrounded with dark green bushes and wild roses.

I thought I would be free of all the criticism, but it turns out it wasn’t over. Every day I walk through the towns to just to be greeted with words like, ugly, hideous, monster. I’ve been called that many times because I don’t blacken my teeth enough and don’t put enough face powder.

My face was washed my hair was braided but in reality little did I care didn't care; for my clothes would be taken from my body. my face had no make up my hair no dyes i wanted to be the no one i had been for most part of my life. get auctioned to a normal man who would force me to bear his children and then i would just be a house wife... i look back and sigh, the place that had been my home, from the moment my rank was found i was ripped away from my mother and taken here for

I get out of my bed, I dress up like five times to see what fits me, I put some socks because my feet are frozen as ice cream, I start straighten my hair, my hair it looks shiny as a diamond I go to the kitchen to eat some cereal, I take my sisters to the bus stop, I look at myself in the mirror and smile, I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth I look at the time and I'm late for school, I’m walking to school, I see the beautiful sunrise, the sunrise it looks as a flower, I always think how the time is going so fast, I know is gonna be a good day.

“Hush” haunts the memories of my childhood. It was an unconscious apology whispered after chunks of my hair were ripped out, and my head was left sore. Hours have been spent sitting between my mother’s legs as she dragged combs through what felt like an endless knot, each strand unhappy unless it was tangled with another.

Naturally, during adolescence, I decided to test my independence, forge new boundaries, and find my personality. My hair was no different.