Well, it's been some time since my last posts. I can't say I've had much to say really but I thought it was time I write again.
I was driving to work the other day, and I remembered something I used to do when I was nine years old and in the fourth grade. Prior to this age it was my mother who combed my hair, and so when I began to comb my own hair I had the idea that it was horrible- not realizing my mother wouldn't let me go to school if it were that bad, she'd fix it!
Well, everyday I would arrive to school. My sister went with her fellow fifth grade friends and my twin brother would go with his class. So I was left alone, and the first thing I would do before I got to me friends: Pass my hands through my hair to mess it up. I preferred to have a messed up hair rather than be "badly" combed. I know it doesn't make sense, but I was only nine years old- a kid!
I was also not the best of students that year, I started wonderfully but when they changed my teacher I began to act up and my grades suffered for it. So several after warnings and such my mother was asked to come into school one day. She went in the morning, so that day I didn't dare mess up my hair, didn't want my mother to know I'd ever done that. She talked with the teacher while I went inside the class. There was this girl in the class, a friend of mine, I rather had a crush on her. When she saw me, "Jose! your hair!" She liked it, it was actually combed. I was happy she liked it. And of course, I never did mess up my hair before class again.
Thinking back on it I think it was rather dumb of me in the first place, but as I drove to work I couldn't help but laugh about it.
