As my last semester of college approaches and a job waiting for me on the other side, one thing daunt on me: I will have to start taking real responsibilities on myself. Responsibility means a lot of things. It means not being able to wake up and say "Nah, I don't feel like going to class today," putting on sweat pants and a hoodie just because I feel like it, or look like a crazy hair lady and show up for class. None of those works beyond the classroom. So I thought, there's 6 months left, I might as well try something I've wanted for so long already and look crazy for the last time, now or never. And that's the story of how I chopped of ALL my hair.