05-24-2005, 07:44 PM
I can't believe my school is this stupid.
First off, the details. One, I go to a Christian private school. Two, they don't like long hair. I always point to the pictures of Jesus with long hair, but they don't care for that too much. There requirements are as follows: Out of eyes, out of ears, off of collar.
Now, for the story. I love to have long hair. I can't stand short hair. So, as you can imagine, I stretch out each haircut as long as I can, basically riding along until they begin threatening me with punishment. Then, I get about a centimeter off and start the process over again.
In about March, it was time for another haircut. This time, I reasoned that by getting a little more cut off, I could make it through the end of May, and go until August until I need another one (Score!). My hair got longer, and by yesterday, I was pretty sure I'd make it. Until, my principal began jerking off.
This is the last week. I would've just needed to make it until Friday, and I'd be fine. Friday, we get our report cards. Friday = freedom.
But, Principal = Loser. She is making me get a hair cut, three friggin' days before graduation. If I do not get one by then, she is threatening to withhold my report card.
As you can imagine, I'm pissed right now. I don't want to spend good money just to get a few millimeters cut off to bring me back into dress code, but that's what it's looking like I'll have to do. Fucked up? You bet.
First off, the details. One, I go to a Christian private school. Two, they don't like long hair. I always point to the pictures of Jesus with long hair, but they don't care for that too much. There requirements are as follows: Out of eyes, out of ears, off of collar.
Now, for the story. I love to have long hair. I can't stand short hair. So, as you can imagine, I stretch out each haircut as long as I can, basically riding along until they begin threatening me with punishment. Then, I get about a centimeter off and start the process over again.
In about March, it was time for another haircut. This time, I reasoned that by getting a little more cut off, I could make it through the end of May, and go until August until I need another one (Score!). My hair got longer, and by yesterday, I was pretty sure I'd make it. Until, my principal began jerking off.
This is the last week. I would've just needed to make it until Friday, and I'd be fine. Friday, we get our report cards. Friday = freedom.
But, Principal = Loser. She is making me get a hair cut, three friggin' days before graduation. If I do not get one by then, she is threatening to withhold my report card.
As you can imagine, I'm pissed right now. I don't want to spend good money just to get a few millimeters cut off to bring me back into dress code, but that's what it's looking like I'll have to do. Fucked up? You bet.

