passage from my wrriten journal, specially revised for public viewing.
Here's to my comeback. A true stroy. tuyet-van nguyen
why I was a mushroom head
Category: Writing and Poetry
When I was little, I think I was in the first grade or so. That would make me about six years old. No, wait I remembered it happen at the old house and we moved in 1991, so it had to be one year earlier. Either way, I was old enough to go to school and go to CCD. There's another story after this incident, I'll save that for another time. Okay so here's what happened.
I, accidentally, got GUM stuck to my hair. i know, it's not that funny but rather a very common incident most kids go through. It just really suck for me cause i'm a girl. Let me spoil the end a little, I looked like a boy. Okay, so I got gum in my hair. why don't i just tell my mom and she can get it out with oil or something. But No! I had to take matters into my own hands and take care of it myself. Wow! smart kid I am, I didn't bother pulling it out. I used scissors to cut it. Did I mention it was very close to my scalp?! yeah, I think that's why i didn't pull it out. Maybe i tried but don't remember. Whoa, I Know... a little girl cutting her own hair (near the head) wouldn't that be dangerous? I don't know if i cut myself or not though. probably not. So! here i go, i found the scissors, got it in my hands and i'm ready to go. Stood in front of the dresser (w/ mirror) and found the gum with my other hand and raised it up high to see.
Wait, something else happened. I remember that it wasn't too easy for me to do it! Oh yeah! I remember someone passing by the hallway and came in to ask me 'what was i doing'. But right before she stuck her head in (my older sister i think, can't remember exactly who), I quickly put the scissors down and ran away from the dresser, covered the gum on my head, and dropped my head quickly on the pillow. Trying to play it off, i started to pull up the blanket over my head only popping my face out. somehow she left.
SO! Back to my mission. you see, I was a very sneaky little girl. I figured why don't i cut my hair with the scissors under the blanket! LOL! I didn't want anyone to walk in on me doing the deed. so, yes. I grabbed the scissors from the dresser and under the blanket i go. I had to use my sense of touch to find where the gum was. Finally, positioned my scissors onto the strip of hair with the gum and snipped away. i had so much fun with cutting my own hair, i think i over done it. I snipped away some more. 'a little more hair won't hurt' i thought. LOL! I stayed under the blanket for a while with those scissors. somehow i got out from under there, probably because it was hard to breathe or something.
Done right?! No! So here's where the messy part comes in. How will i get rid of the evidence?! there was pieces of hair all over the bed and under the blanket! You can imagine how many pieces of hair i had to pick up. it's not over yet. Well, it was pretty tough to get rid of the evidence, so the next best thing i did was hide it. Where did i hide the evidence?! under the blanket! LOL! I pushed as much hair as i could under the blanket. then spread the blanket wide across the bed to make sure no piece of hair was clear to the eyesight. I think i left the scissors under the blanket too. I was rushing through all of this.
In the end, i was caught. Don't know which came first. Either someone found the hair and scissors under the blanket, or someone noticed the missing hair spot on my head. I was interrogated by my mom and sisters of why I had short uneven layers of hair on top of my head. I think they noticed the missing hair on my head first because I remember uncovering the hair on the bed to them. but who knows, i think they really wanted me to show them the hair i hid foolishly under the blanket for their humor. I guessed they had a good laugh while i fessed up to the dirty deed i worked so hard to keep hidden. so much for being sneaky.
My Punishment: a boy haircut.
