Not the fro!

So yesterday I was pulled into Mrs. Rochelle's office because she needed to talk to me. The woman we all often refer to as mama had that business look in her eyes and I wasn't very happy because I had an idea what was about to take place. Ok, maybe I didn't. Now, I understood her concerns about looking like a leader when you are a leader. She said that the clothes, the chain, and the fro needed to change. To a degree I feel what she was saying. However, my point was, I'm me. If its a t-shirt, jersey, jeans, or whatever, that's me. I dress to be comfortable. I have no one here I'm trying to impress. I'd rather let my work speak for me, but people tend to be more receptive when you don't look like a rapper. So I agreed to wear a much smaller chain. I'm dropping the basketball and wear the one with The Cross. Hey, I need to carry that with me everyday anyway. The clothes, well, no more jerseys and more polo shirts, I like Ralph Lauren polo shirts anway. Although, I'm gonna keep most of my Akademics gear. However, Houston we have a problem. I can't part with the fro. I love my afro. I've already cut it down once to make it more presentable and less Black Panther-ish, but I can't cut the fro. Not the fro. No. No. No. So we sat there for about twenty more minutes going back and forth till I had enough. Then pride started running the show which lead me to open my mouth.

Me and my BIG MOUTH...

Dang. So as the conversation got heated, what did I have to say?
"You know what? You want me to get my hair cut then you should pay for it and find someone to cut it, cause I'm not driving to Pensacola to my barber." Yeah. I thought it was over then. And before I knew it she pulled out a twenty dollar bill and directions to her son's barber and informed me she had already made an appointment. Excuse me for a minute...

Damn.

Me and my big mouth. So here I am. A new look and a cold head. It's a good cut but I'm so use to the curly hair afro that lays down perfectly in this humidity. Even when it was nappy I was still fresh with it. I'm just depressed now. It does look more professional, but I'm gonna have to work with this makeover. Forget this Brooks Brother's stuff, I think I got a plan. Yeah, I might be able to work with this after all. Because if I have to do this to advance the organization then I have to make this work for me. I can't wear Old Navy and that other white boy stuff, I got switch the style up. I'm thinking brofessional. I'm also thinking I'm cold. I miss my fro.