Yet another hair-themed post...

So I was walking past a classroom one day this past week and noticed that one of the ninth grade classes seemed to be without a teacher, so I poked my head in. The rest of the conversation went something like this:

Cursed Boy: We have an invisible teacher.
Favorite Student: Yeah, and we don't need you. You lost your teaching power when you cut your hair.
CB: Yeah! Like Zeus...I mean.....Goldilocks...I mean...
Me: Samson?
CB: Yeah! Like Samson!

FS: Miss Book your legs look really tan.
Me: Yeah? Actually...I've been working here so long that I'm turning black.
FS: What??!
Me:
FS and CB: Aaaaahhhhhh! It's like you're an alien!!!



And at the track meet yesterday, one of the girls in the 400m relay lost her scrunchie as she was running. You should have heard the kids in the stands as she ran: "Look at her hair! Look at her hair!" (Note that this girl cares about her hair. A lot. And she likes doing everyone else's hair to the extent that I think she wants to open her own salon someday. Anyway...)
After the race (which they rocked), Future Hairdresser came over to the fence by the stands and was asking repeatedly for her brush. Her friends were too excited though...

"You hair was flowing like it was yours! It was all out behind you! Almost like Miss Book's!"

She pretty much ignored them and kept asking for her brush until they found it for her...:)