At 14 years old I started growing out my hair and was proud to be sporting an afro for the first time in my life! I was sat in maths class talking to my friends and I heard snickering behind me. I turned around, thinking innocently there was a joke I missed and wanting to join in. When my head was turned I was met with a loud gasp from my friend next to me. I turned back swiftly and asked what was wrong. She started tugging on my hair. . . it was chewing gum.
I stared hard into the blue eyes of the boy who was responsible, which only made him seem to find it funnier and laugh harder. Hearing the commotion, the teacher came over to deal with the situation and tried to get the gum out but it was clear that it was lodged in and would need to be cut out with scissors.
When asked why he did it, the response was a nonchalant, “I didn’t know chewing gum would stick to that kind of hair. I wanted to see what would happen.” The end result? A quick chastising and a, “don’t do it again” while I was sent to reception to get a chunk of my hair cut out with scissors.