Happy Canada Day, all.
Before the rest: a lovely Konglish T-shirt.
I had a little fun with my naturally curly hair (YES, IT'S NATURAL, DAMMIT!) [sorry: twice a week an old lady asks me where I got my perm] today at work, stuffing pens in there.
The receptionists thought this was high comedy.
I had about ten stuffed up there, stuck between locks. I'd almost forgotten my hair could do that.
Ten, however, was nowhere near my record: back in high school, when I let my hair grow out for about ten months (twelfth grade yearbook photo, minus personal info):
I once went into a Chemistry 11 final with an entire pencil case stuffed with pens and pencils. All through the final, I surreptitiously slid pens and pencils into my natty mass of hair: it was long enough then, that they were completely hidden inside my mop. Then, when I finished my final, I stood to hand in my exam, and when I handed it in, I held my head back, and then threw it forward in a (fake) sneeze.
About fifty pens and pencils flew all across the floor at the front of the classroom. Got a decent laugh. . . though it isn't my ONLY final exam hijinx story by a longshot. (If by a longshot you mean two.)
If you want to know the other two, you'll have to ask in the comments.