Since when did raspberry sorbet become a hair color?

The strive to be unique nowadays is becoming extreme. People stretch, ink, dye, cut, and pierce anything nowadays in order to look different. Why harm your body like this, and go through blood, sweat and tears in order to look different?

We tend to want to look unnatural, almost theatrical. What happened to the natural dumb blond? The brilliant brunette? The bashing black and the sexy red head? Nowadays our streets are covered with a My Little Pony color scheme- Anything from raspberry sorbet, to bubble gum blue and pistachio. I feel like I am in an ice cream salon!

The strive to be unique has become conventional, and the idea of "different" and what it entitles has become a mainstream ideology, in my eyes. Yet, I must admit, this "phenomena" of being different in more ways nowadays, has not excluded me. Oh no, we are definitively friends. Yet, nothing too extreme, no ice cream colored hair for me!

We must stand out in today's world. With a population that keeps increasing and increasing, and with the competitiveness in our society, this gives a dangerous cocktail, which results in our "unique" generation we have today. Parents shall not complain too much, before this is a natural reaction we have in our "monotone" society. We want to spunk out!

We all want to be remembered, and your look happens to be your business card. We invest tons of money in our image, we boil our brain picking a perfect Friday night outfit, and we consciously kill our dyed hair each time touching up the roots, or picking another ice cream flavor, knowing you will soon lose your Pony manes!

The idea of beauty has changed over time, it is not the curvy Marilyn Monroe no more, it has become a boxy, androgynous, short haired English man in New York. And that's fine by me. Yet, I won't pursue that look because I still believe in the feminine sexiness that shan't be hidden under such uniform.

I find it important in the fight against the mainstream, to not become mainstream. If everyone turns around and starts believing and doing what you do, then what's the point?
I won't fight popular taste. Popular taste tastes good because it is liked and chosen by many for a reason. Yes, you might be vanilla at the end of the day, but then just add some sprinkles or disco balls to make it more fun.

I'll still give you an A+

My legs are starting to shake, and my heart rate goes up by the thought of tomorrow... The start of my internship!
This week I have to go to a school in the neighborhood and observe a few fashion and nutrition classes. I have to make notes on how the students behave in class, how the teacher teaches, what kind of media is used, etc.
Then, after Easter break, I actually have to stand in front of a class and teach a bunch of teens. It sounds so crazy to me, because not long ago, I was in high school, just as them. And now I get to be the teacher, who tells kids what to do.
In one way, it's awesome, I can shape myself to be the best teacher ever, and have the kids work with me. But it can also turn a totally different direction, and I can have the kids turn against me. I mean, I am only 20 years old, the age difference is not that big, so to get a sense of authority, or at least to have the kids think that you know what you are doing, will be tough.
Fashion and nutrition classes are mostly girls in general, and at that age, in middle of their teens, I am going to have to rock it and show my dominant side.I have never stood in front of a class to teach, so this will be something completely new.

When I was in high school, I thought teachers just correct homework, and make sure they keep you occupied during class. Wow, was I wrong. There is a lot of work that is hidden behind the scenes with this profession. The thought that scares me most is that you have to be an expert at what you do, you have to expect any question from your students. You have to know your material inside and out, because you do not want to get hushed by one of your students by lack of knowledge about your subject.
For now, I am going to find an appropriate outfit for tomorrow (not too short, not too much cleavage), and hit the hay.
Prayers for tomorrow are welcome!