On this gloomy afternoon, my roommate is playing country music while we do homework. “5 More Minutes” by Scotty McCreery happened to come on and the song jolted me back to high school. Although I don’t like to admit it, I had senioritis upon entering high school. I was as guilty as the next person of wondering why it couldn’t just be Friday. During high school, and even now, I found myself always wondering that and being mentally and emotionally disengaged from what was going on around me. I didn’t “live in the moment.” (I am not saying you shouldn’t plan things out, but I do feel that it’s important to be present in what’s going on NOW.)
Anyways, as I sat here listening to the words, I realized that even though I vowed I would never miss high school, I do. Even though I was so excited to move away from home the majority of the year, I miss living there. And I really miss getting everything paid for…
In a lot of ways we all, myself included, are wishing for 5 more minutes at the same time as we’re wishing for it to be Friday. My senior year was when these thoughts started to really intertwine in my life. While I was wishing for it to be Friday, I was praying that my last Homecoming week would slow down. Even while I counted down the weeks until graduation, I thought about how sad it would be to lose contact with the people I’d gone to school with for 13 years. These thoughts impacted me so much that I decided to give short stories about my classmates and I from every year that we went to school in my speech at graduation, a last chance to reminisce together before it was all over.
In many ways, I find myself following the same pattern in college. About a week ago I found myself on a loop thinking about how different things will be in a few years. I know that we should always be grateful for what we have and where we’re at, but graduating from high school and going into college really makes me think about how much I took for granted when I was younger.
Honestly, college is sort of a final attempt to avoid growing up.
With these thoughts, I wanted to share a little piece of advice with the high school seniors that are so ready to “get out.” You’ve probably heard it a thousand times, but you’re gonna miss it. Please, quit wishing it away. Sure, high school is not “the best time of your life” for everyone. But high school, and school in general, teaches you so many things about yourself and the people around you. Don’t wish it away. When you find yourself wishing it was Friday, wishing graduation was this weekend, or wishing you were officially an adult already, think about everything that you’ve learned from school. I’m not talking academically, I’m talking life lessons.
Your life could change in a split second, so why wish all those seconds away?
Can I just say that my winter break felt so incredibly short?! I so enjoyed my time home with family and friends, relaxing and watching my favorite TV shows, no stress about upcoming assignments, and back in the gym that I’m used to. Being home as a college student (at least for me) is a mix of happy/sad emotions. Happy because I’m with my family and I love them but sad because there’s no avoiding the fact that in a few short years, I won’t be going back to my house for college breaks anymore. Before I know it, I’ll be living on my own and won’t be surrounded by my parents, siblings, and pets when I go home….I guess those thoughts are just my gentle reminder to not take the time you have with family for granted.
On a happier note, I did something weird over break. Some people go on vacation, travel to other states, or get jobs over Christmas break, but not me. I sold my hair. Yep, sold it. I’ve been asked by several people how one even goes about finding information about how to do that, so I thought I would share my experience and pictures from the whole thing.
The idea that I could sell my hair actually came from a teammate. She was holding onto my ponytail one time and casually made a comment that I could probably sell several “bundles” of hair and make quite a bit of good money off of it. I’m a college student so obviously the idea of some extra cash sounds great, as it does to almost everyone I’d assume. I pondered that idea a little bit, but I wasn’t quite sure I was ready to cut my hair off yet. I knew that I would probably have to cut off quite a bit in order to sell it, and I didn’t know how short I was willing to go. My previous encounters with short hair haven’t been the best, might I add.
Finals week came and left and I realized that I hadn’t talked to my teammate about it anymore. The more I thought about it (and the more I sat on my hair, got it caught in the door, hit people in the face with it), the more I realized that I was ready. I was ready to cut my hair. I looked up some YouTube videos (because YouTube has everything) and watched a few girls share their experiences with it and also looked up several places that you could donate hair. For a while, I thought I would go the donation route, but the more research I did, the more I thought my hair had a better chance of being used if I sold it to someone directly instead of donating.
I decided to go ahead and do a little more research about a website that had popped up several times: hairsellon.com. After a bit of research, I learned that you had to pay for an ad (differing amounts for differing days that the ad would show up on the website) and it was pretty much as simple as that. I looked up a hair price calculator first to see how much my hair would probably sell for. I had to input hair color, texture, length I was willing to cut off, and if it was virgin or not; virgin hair is hair that has not been chemically altered and some only consider it virgin if heat has never been used on it. I got the estimated selling price and decided I would bump it up for my listing price.
I ended up buying a 60-day listing ad for $15. I entered my asking price, the title of my ad, and a short description along with pictures of my hair. Also, it’s important to note that if you decide to sell your hair you should never use your real identity. I made up a fake name, email, and PayPal account under that name just to ensure my real identity wasn’t given to anyone on the website.
Within 3 hours of posting the ad, I had several inquiries. I was asked to do all sorts of different hairstyles and got weird photo and video requests. Thankfully my mom and sister were very patient with helping get those videos and pictures. About 3 days after I posted the ad, I got an offer. I countered but the emailer never responded. About a week later, I decided I wanted to cut my hair before I went to school. I was still getting several inquires but wasn’t getting serious offers. I decided to lower my price. I cut my asking price in half and set my cut date for the 2nd of January and immediatly got an offer. However, the offer was good if I cut 20 inches off instead of the 17 I had listed. I went through my emails and sent an email to the people who had been interested but hadn’t yet responded to my last email, telling them that I had an offer and planned on taking it unless they wanted to offer because they had emailed me first.
I felt very businesswomenesque (is that a word?) as I corresponded back and forth trying to get the most money I could while still being able to cut my hair before I went back to school. The night before I cut my hair, one of my earlier correspondents sent back a better offer. It was higher than my reduced asking price, but the buyer wouldn’t be able to pay me until Friday. I was weary of being scammed but I was ready to cut my hair off. Also, the transaction was occuring through PayPal to protect both myself and the buyer, and I wouldn’t be shipping my hair until the money showed up in PayPal. I accepted.
The next morning (morning of my hair cut) the buyer sent me all the shipping information and details of how they would like the hair cut and packaged. At 12:30, I went to get my hair cut. With the combined efforts of my mom and hairdresser, my hair was pulled into a ponytail and measured 22 inches. I allowed an extra 2 inches because there was definitely some dead ends that wouldn’t be usable for the buyer. My hairdresser started to cut my ponytail off, but couldn’t get the whole thing in one cut because it was too thick. So, she cut layer by layer. With every layer I could feel my head getting lighter and that was the weirdest feeling ever! Pretty soon, she was holding my ponytail in front of me and I was staring in the mirror at my hair that was now above my shoulders.
Flash forward to January 4th. My buyer sent me the money (plus extra for shipping) in PayPal and I shipped my hair out that morning. Talk about weird, watching yourself put your own hair in the mailbox…
All in all, the whole process (for me) took around 2 weeks! I got my hair cut and shipped before I went back to college and I’m super happy with the new cut that I now have. Based on this experience, I would definitely reccommend selling your hair; it was a very positive experience for me. Plus, I have a little extra money which makes me a happy college student!
As my mom liked to tell me, “Selling hair is a lot more convenient than selling plasma.”
