I HATE THESE KIDS

I HATE THESE FUCKING KIDS

I am in my final year of highschool. In my country the final years (grade 12s) are in charge of discipline and upholding the rules of the school. Now, i've never been a stickler for the rules. In fact the rules are merely a guideline honestly. i never really cared to follow the rules, and nothing was going to change this year. I, however understand that i cannot reprimand people for breaking the same rules I break, so i don't ever do that. 

This year I came to school with my long braids, and thought I'd have them a dark brown (only slightly lighter than my usual black) Now, all was well. Until, I hear from my friends that our head of grade (our head teacher for our grade) wanted to see me. Now I want you to guess what it could possibly be about?

Ding! Ding! Ding!!! My hair.

I enter our head teacher's classroom, and she tells me that the younger grades have a problem with my hair. They have the issue that its the wrong colour, length and that apparently my nails are too long. I understand that they had an issue with this because they were getting reprimanded about all of this but I wasn't. Newsflash kids, I'm in my final year, you're not. So, stay out of my business. 

There is definitely a huge problem with these predominantly white private schools policing black girls' hair but that's a whole other blog post in of itself. 

She asked me to take down my hair (it was in a bun) so she could see how long it was, then SHE PICKED UP MY BRAID AND COLOUR MATCHED IT TO MY ROOTS. First of all, I didn't give you permission to touch my fucking hair, and second of all youre a whole ass white woman, what the fuck do you know about black hair styles? And I know she knows nothing about it, because i got away with it! She told ME that braids get longer the longer you have them in so she understands why they are so long, and I told her that they only reason my braids look like they're the "wrong colour" is because my hair is CHANGING COLOUR. She assumed that my braids were changing colour, so I just ran with it tbh. 

Listen i have no qualms whatsoever with my head teacher, I don't actually think she cares so much about my hair, the only reason she reprimanded me is because the other head teachers for the younger grades were complaining to her about how the younger grades were moaning about my hair. 

HOP OFF MY DICK YALL. (i can say that because im 17 and i'm referring to the grade 11s in that statement) 

can y'all actually please leave me alone, all i want to do is pass. I'm leaving this place in a few years. let me have my hair as my only form of self expression. We already wear uniform, and every single black girl in this country looks the fucking same. Not that having brown braids is especially different or anything but the length of my braids means so much to me. I love having long braids, they're apart of me. I love adding curls to them and little charms. This december I had little seashells and gold rings in my hair and i loved it so much but i had to take them out because my school doesn't allow them. I genuinely felt like I lost a part of my soul. 

These fucking kids need to leave me alone, i hate yall, genuinely. once i shorten my braids and change the colour back to black i will rain hell down upon you. Trust. I'll be dishing out punishments like my mom's mac and cheese at christmas dinner. Mark my words. I don't forgive nor do I forget. You've stayed out of my business for 3 years now, so continue to stay out of it. 

I actually cannot wait to leave this place, i hate high school, and i hate it here. Actually.