Some things are easier to remember, and some are easier to forget. I can remember my most embarrassing moment as if it happened yesterday. I’ve tried, over the years, to forget this moment, but it just never seems to go away. As I’ve gotten older, I can think back to that day and just laugh.
I was 12 years old when my family and I moved to a new neighborhood. I was starting my 6th grade year in a new school, with new people and no friends. I was a quiet and shy person, so I never hung out with the other neighborhood kids. Before school had started, I had met a few people whom were in the same grade as me. After that initial meeting, I never saw them again until the first day of school.
Everyday of my life, my mom had always combed and styled my hair. She would usually do my hair the night before, and all I would have to do is tie my scarf around my hair. For the first day of school, I asked my mom to do my hair that morning so it would look nice. She did my hair in my regular hairstyle, 5 ponytails with the barrettes on the end. All of the barrettes matched the color of the outfit I had on that day.
I arrived to school and went into my new classroom. Everyone stopped their conversation to turn and look at me. I looked around the classroom and noticed that all the females either had their hair in one ponytail or had it pressed and curled into a style. My hair was styled like the 3rd or 4th graders at that school. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to cry! It didn’t help much that the teacher made me sit in front of the classroom where everyone could see me.
From that point on, I never let my mom do my hair anymore. I would always wear one ponytail to school. Needless to say, I never had any female friends that school year. As much as I tried, no one wanted to talk to me. I eventually gave up on trying to make friends and kept to myself. I became lucky when we moved into another neighb...