Thank you, Mr. President

I was speaking to a parent the other day in the hallway close to the front office when someone caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I looked over to see a woman with an almost completely gray head of hair. The woman I saw … was me. In the hallway mirror.


When did that happen? When did my entire head of hair change color? When, I ask you … WHEN?

I recovered quickly and wrapped up my conversation with the parent before I quickly retreated to the security of my classroom.

And pouted.

I called Hub a little while later and shared what had just happened. He, in turn, shared the news that our Economic Stimulus cheque arrived and even though we had agreed to use the money toward paying my tuition, I didn’t have any excuse about why I couldn’t get my hair done.

I’d been carrying the contact information of the hairdresser of one of my assistants for a while, waiting for the “right moment” to call and make the appointment.

I spent yesterday afternoon at the salon “washing that gray right outta my hair” and I can’t stop looking at myself in the mirror.

What a difference a day and an Economic Stimulus cheque makes!

Thank you Mr. Bush. We’ll use the rest to pay my tuition. Promise.

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