This is my first post. Does anybody like it so far? I am very goofy.
Have you read my dad’s posts?
Was there a brush stuck in your hair before? Guess what? I am not bald! Read below about my nightmarish experience.
I have a blog too from my technology class. The link is https://hzstudents.scis-his.net/zoer/ Go there!
Our 6th grade classes took a four day trip to a small town called Tong-lu located in southern China. On the trip many adventures awaited us. I learned to make Chinese dumplings, give a foot massage and harvest a sweet potato.
Zoe (in back on right) learning from a masseuse to give a foot massage.
We had our own hotel room and each room had two roommates. Sadly, my mac computer wasn’t allowed to come along with me. Mom organized a Chinese Checkers tournament and I lost in the semi-finals. In one game a girl did not want to keep playing so she blocked everyone which eventually led to me winning the game.
Zoe rafting with classmates
My Nightmarish Experience
On Monday, the first day of China Trips, our sixth grade arrived at the hotel at about four o’clock pm. That meant there was a two hour gap in between our six o’clock dinner and arrival time. So we amused ourselves by hanging out in the hotel rooms. At one time I was in Kylie’s room, later I was in Havi’s room. Then Min-ju (Min-ju is my roommate) and I headed to Ankita’s and Camila’s room for Truth or Dare. Havi was invited as well. I do not remember whose turn it was or whether it was a truth or dare.
All I remember is one moment everything was fine and then I had a brush stuck in my hair. Havi had tried to wrap my hair up in a round brush and it was stuck above my ear on my scalp! I tried to calmly walk to the bathroom and untangle it but my scalp ached every time I tried.
We called my mom and she tried her best to untangle my hair and release the brush. But it was no use. The brush stuck fast. Mom suggested I hop in the shower and put on lots of conditioner so one minute later the warm water was pouring down my shoulders. Even though my hair was as wet as it could be my mom’s attempts were futile. My hair just got more tangled in the brush.
The tour guide showed up with more ideas on untangling my hair. One of them was cutting it. I cried, “No! I do not want to cut my hair!” Another idea was going to the hairdressers. To this, I agreed. At the hairdressers they gasped and told us we would have to cut it. I stood firm, “No, do not cut my hair!” Finally they agreed to try to save my hair. One of the ladies laid me on a table with my head in a sink. She wet my hair. Next she started to cut the bristles off the brush. Halfway through the boss came in and took the scissors and started to cut the bristles, but he was also cutting my hair. The hairdresser, the tour guide and my mom all protested loudly. I screamed, “Stop right now!” He did stop.
Next the lady took conditioner and pulled my hair out of the brush little by little. Finally all my hair was out. She then took piece by piece and untangled my hair – a ball of yarn. Then she combed it all out. Then she washed it and a man blow-dried my hair and sent us off! My hair had been rescued and so had my dignity. I ran to the patient lady and gave her a huge hug. A bald head would have been horrible!
Zoe, at home, enjoying her full head of hair