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NICE BALD HEAD

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t was happened I was in vocational high school. As usual, my friends and I sat in parking are while waiting the bell to enter the class. From there I could see what everybody did around the school. It was Friday morning and I had a friend his name was Arman. Something strange with him that morning. He came to school with a bald head. My friends greet him with looks of awe, roars of laughter and plenty of comments.

Based on his story, it all happened when he noticed that his hair had grown to long. It was touching his ear. Our teacher Mr. Yarto would not like that, He thought. Mr Yarto was our discipline master. He told me that one day He got ready to go to barber, but her sister stopped him and say,” Why don’t you let me to cut your hair. It is free of charge. I’ll do best, I’m sure.” He was not sure his sister could do but he thought that it could save his money for hanging out with his friends at night and his walk because he was feeling lazy at the hot  afternoon.

So, she started cutting Arman’s hair with a pair of scisors. In the middle of cutting hair, he saw in the mirror that something not good was going on. But his sister insisted she had not finished yet and told him to be patient. At the end of it, when he saw himself in the mirror, the effect was ‘hair-raising’. His hair had reduced to nothing more than a rocker who lost his hair stylist. He had no choice but to go to a barber this time. 

When the barber saw him, he laughed then he told him that there was no other way but for him to have blad head. He walked home in the afternoon sun and felt the bristless on his head. Then he felt something else. Wind. Cool wind was caressing his head. He could truly feel its coolness all about his head. It was wonderful. The laughter and the smart remarks aside, now he thing that being bald was really not so bad after all.