I wore a Mohawk for school on Halloween of 2013. My Aunt had previously asked my principal at Westside Middle School if I would get kicked out of school if I wore my hair up in a mohawk. She said, she did not want me to get in trouble for a simple hairdo. When I wore a Mohawk in elementary school, I was never kicked out or sent home. My principal told her that it was frowned upon, but that I would not get kicked out. I was happy. However, when I got to school I was sent straight to the office before I could even get to my first class.
In the office my principle explained that I was going to get sent home for my hairstyle. I was sad. He told me he spoke with my Aunt about it and said no, but I know this was not true. He told me I was not in trouble and said it was my Aunt’s fault. I was sad when I heard this because I know my Aunt always asks questions, when she doesn’t know the rules. This time, she was careful to ask before she sent me to school this way. My principal told me that I was going to be taken down to the nurse’s office to wash my hair out. I said no, I want to speak to my Aunt first. I was scared.
The Principal called my Aunt and told her that either I was going to have to stay in a room by myself all day, or wash my hair out. I could not believe I was being punished this way, just because of my hair. He said, since today was not “Crazy Hair” day at at school, I could not wear my hair in this style. My Aunt said, “But it’s Halloween!” She also reminded the principal that she had asked him at the beginning of the school year if my hair would be ok in a mohawk. The Principal told her that he said “No.” My Aunt reminded him of he told her it would be frowned upon, but I would not be kicked out of school or punished. She told him, that she understood the word “no” very well. If he had flat out told her no, that she would not have sent. My Aunt told the principal that no one in the school was to touch my hair, and that my grandfather would be coming to pick me up. When I got home, I looked in the handbook for the place where it said you cannot where your hair in a Mohawk. I did not find it. I do not know why the principle.
I feel sad that I cannot wear my hair in a mohawk to school. If I did it every day, no one would care after a while. Sometimes I think that grown ups make a bigger fuss than kids my age do. Grown ups are the ones who make the faces and say negative comments about my hair, even though its really rude. It makes me think about how the kids in my school who are different must feel when they are treated badly.
Sometimes kids treat disabled students and foreign students like they are stupid. They may make fun of them, bully them, or violate them in other ways. I told my Aunt, I really understand how it feels to be different from others and treated badly for it. It’s not good. When my mohawk was much smaller, I wore it to Hillside Elementary school one day, and a student kept hitting my hair, even though I asked him to stop and told him it hurt. I did not him back, I told a teacher and she said, “So, What do you want me to do about it”. My Aunt says the more different and unique you try to be, the harder you have to fight to stay that way.