School Story:
In the Christmas play, my hair turned pencil gray.
One of my friends that was a beautician decided to take the gold out of my hair, because chlorine can give blonde hair a brassy look, she used the wrong thing and it turned gun metal gray.
I was playing a young girl singing a Christmas Carole. I looked like Whistler's Mother instead.
The only time I wore black hose was this particular day and the desk had a chip out of it. That chip caught my hose and one leg unraveled. Before I could get to the bathroom I had one hoseless, very fluorescent white leg and the other one black.
