Sometimes I just want to cut hair

Sometimes I just want to cut hair. In class, I constantly find myself not paying attention to discussions about the homoerotic subjectivity of Walt Whitman or the aesthetic principles of Plato, but instead, my attention goes to the girl with straggly brownish/grayish hair that sits in the second row. All I want to do it cut it! I want to straighten it, give her some highlights, at least cover the gray. Please don't judge me if after I finish my MA in English, I go to beauty school and spend the rest of my life standing for 10 hours a day gossiping and styling hair. I think it may be my true calling.

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