twothirds

As a freshman on a swim team, I had to shave my head. That was “the rule.” I took advantage of the opportunity and turned myself into the joker.

Going to a conservative catholic college of ~4000 people, I freaked many with my alternative hair. I “presented” myself for the first time at the cafeteria with some teammates donned in other colorful and creative hairstyles. I recall one mow hawk and another blue-green snow-cone style coloring. I’m sure there were a few skinheads in the crew that did not care for all the pomp. About 20 seconds after we walked in, you could hear a pin drop–just a lot of blank stares and whispers. It was legend [–wait for it–] dary.

Up until my senior year, I still had people call me the “green haired guy.” I think George Bush said it best, “Mission Accomplished”.