School Story:
I was sitting behind Mark Jost in driver's ed/health class, I think, as a freshman or Soph. It was the beginning of the school year. We were all filling out some form and we had to mark our hair color. I was talking out loud, filling mine out. I was going to mark "blonde", and Mark turned around and informed me that I was NOT blonde at all. I looked up at him astounded that he would correct me on my hair color. After all, it was My hair. I would know what color my hair was. After discussion, I got permission to go to the bathroom and I looked in the mirror. To my astonishment, my hair was not blonde, but darker than the old dishwater blonde I was thinking of. It was in fact, brown. I had been a tow-head blonde as a little girl, and though my hair hadn't been a true blonde' but more of a "dishwater blonde" for a long time, it always lightened up in the summer, and I still thought of myself as a blonde. I never thought about my hair getting darker, even though we all look in the mirror every day at ourselves, me included. I had been so loud, and everyone in class now knew that I had marked blonde, argued about it, and really was that dingy.
