The cutting edge
By C.R. "Teo" Teodoro
For the past four years, my haircuts have always been a spectacle to behold. I am not lying to you when I say that something interesting usually happens during my haircuts. All of my haircuts from the past four years have always drawn a small crowd, each with a story to tell.
My freshman year was when I had my first haircut-gathering. It was in the middle of the fall semester when I realized that I needed a haircut. It wasn't long until some of the guys in my dorm section got together and decided to check this out. That night Barret was the brave soul who cut my hair, while the others looked on and even took photos.
After that time, I decided to grow out my hair really long in the hopes of attaining a really cool, Japanese-anime-long-flowing-ninja-flash-style kind of hairstyle. The best way I can explain it was looking like LeiWu Long from Tekken 3. Well, to my disappointment, I wasn't able to truly attain the "LeiWu Long" hair, as I had too wavy hair and too much body (I know body is good for hairstyles, but only if you are a girl). I looked more like a cross between a Flip Fabio and a dope fiend.
Then a little more than two years since that first haircut, I got sick of the high maintainence of long hair and decided to do it again: Get back my old short looking-like-Val-Kilmer's-Iceman-from-"Top Gun" style haircut. Again, there was a gathering as a friend, Kane, took the clippers and cut it all off. Again, people were coming in to check out the new hair. Pictures were taken and fun was in the air. To my surprise, almost everyone liked the short hair (though there were a few who still liked the long hair). Since then, I have not grown it out to its old length.
My next haircut was more drastic. I remember it so clearly. It was January in the year 1999. It was my last day in California before I would have to return to school for the spring semester. My friends and I got together for one last hurrah. My dear friend Danny "Sinbad" Kannard took out his clippers and skillfully took off all my hair. We did not just cut it off, but actually bicced my head! By the end of the night, I was looking like a small Filipino "Stone Cold" Steve Austin. I definitely looked psycho! This was probably bad timing, however, as the snow was just kicking in as I got back to school.
Just last month, I got my last haircut for the summer. Again Danny cut my hair, but this time I looked very much like Guile from Street Fighter. My hair was looking dope before we went out that night. But it would not last for long.
My last haircut was actually just two nights ago. And I will say something that will hopefully save you from much embarrassment that I am now enduring: Drinking and haircuts don't mix! I didn't intend to drink on Saturday night, but I did. I knew I needed a haircut, so I asked for one in my somewhat drunken state. Of course, the people with me were probably just as intoxicated if not more so than I was. Well, that night I got my haircut. I was not happy. I have senior pictures in nine days. I am not happy. Now I got uneven sides and a bald strip on the top of my head.
So please remember what I say when you see that small guy with the dark shades and bad haircut: never cut hair when you have been drinking. You could save yourself from a bad hair day.
All Inside Stories for Monday, September 6, 1999