Gave a few instructions to the young lady who would be taking care of my hair and then sat in the chair let her creativity with scissors, hair dye and an expert pair of hands work their magic. Music playing over the satellite radio reminded of my high school days—Remember The Clash? And while Michael Jackson was singing ”Billie Jean”, I was a teenager again,, unsure of what I was going to do in the future, scared of graduating to adulthood, but curious about the next chapter.
Freshman year, you feel like an ant among the sophomores, the juniors and especially the towering seniors who are more seasoned from experience in what High School is all about. The classes, the teachers, the cool activities like pep rallies, the clubs to join, the best places to go and hangout. Back then and as is now, The Mall was a major hangout spot. Walking around, browsing in stores like Spencers, checking out the cool posters of rock stars and the black light posters that lit up against special lighting were awesome.
Having friends over to play games or just for sleepovers, staying up late to laugh and talk. Watching cheesy horror movies and The Blue Jean Network for the music. I always liked listening to the concerts on my hi-fi stereo on the local radio station. Imagining begin there among the fans, with my hands in the air, singing along and dancing. The arena lit up by the flickering of lighters like stairs at night. Showing the glow of appreciation from the listeners to the performers who putting on the show.
The neon shirts, the oversized, sweaters, and lace trimmed socks worn with heels, my rebellion against the so-called “preppy look” took place early on with bell bottoms, but eventually gave way to the neater, more pulled together buttons, and polo shirts. Straight legged jeans replaced the wide legged ones that I once loved. A baby step toward crossing over to the mature side of life.
Short hair, long hair, blond, brown, now red, braces, glasses and now contact lenses, single now married and a mother, I am finally done with whole process of having my hair cut, styled and colored. Looking in the mirror, seeing that person who has changed so much over the years, from that unsure, a bit awkward and painfully shy teenager, to someone who can speak her mind, and share a laugh, wow! What an amazing journey and what a great time out.