uhoil
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It's been a while, but things are getting a bit worse.
So I'm working on this summer camp for kids around 10 to 12 years old. It's a pain in the a** and constant headaches.
Today I was managing as always, we got to lunch and I'm sitting around these kids and a fellow female teacher. Then one of them goes: "Mister, why do you have little hair here? (pointing and touching my temples) You look like my dad".
My colleague starts laughing hysterically and then says: "Oh it's the stress, he's about to graduate. Haha the boy called you bald". All I could do was fake laugh, pretend I don't care and continue eating my lunch.
I f**king hate my life sometimes, I have to be 8 hours around these little monsters to get my social service hours in order to graduate, and even them notice the state of my hair and make my life more miserable than it is. I wish I could just fast forward to a year I don't care about my hair loss anymore, or at least to be able to fix it with a transplant or something.
End of rant.
So I'm working on this summer camp for kids around 10 to 12 years old. It's a pain in the a** and constant headaches.
Today I was managing as always, we got to lunch and I'm sitting around these kids and a fellow female teacher. Then one of them goes: "Mister, why do you have little hair here? (pointing and touching my temples) You look like my dad".
My colleague starts laughing hysterically and then says: "Oh it's the stress, he's about to graduate. Haha the boy called you bald". All I could do was fake laugh, pretend I don't care and continue eating my lunch.
I f**king hate my life sometimes, I have to be 8 hours around these little monsters to get my social service hours in order to graduate, and even them notice the state of my hair and make my life more miserable than it is. I wish I could just fast forward to a year I don't care about my hair loss anymore, or at least to be able to fix it with a transplant or something.
End of rant.