Crew Cut
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The day I went to school with a crew
cut, I was greeted by roars of laughter and plenty of comments. I
really looked funny with a crew cut but I was forced to have my hair cut that
way. It was my foolishness and my cousin's fault that it happened. Here is
how it happened. The monthly ritual of visiting the barber to get my hair cut
was tedious. Long hair was like a sin and mine was beginning to cover my
ears. My cousin reckoned that he could save me some money if I let him cut my
hair. He assured me that he knew how to do it properly. So foolishly I
allowed him to use a pair of scissors on my hair. After five minutes of his
handiwork, one look in the mirror told me that it was a disaster. His
scissors had created havoc on my beautiful hair! I protested but he assured
me that he had not finished and the finished product would be great. It
became even worse. The cut was so uneven and haphazard that
I had no choice but to visit a real barber to correct the damage. The barber
laughed and said that the only remedy was a crew cut. So I reluctantly agreed
to it. The final result was that my hair looked and felt like bristles, being only two or three millimetres
long. At least it looked better than the mess my cousin made. I found that a
crew cut was not too bad after all. I did not have to comb my hair and my
head felt much cooler. As for the laughter and comments, they stopped after a
while.
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Crew Cut
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