I was originally only going to keep the purple hair until the end of the school year.

Then it was just through New York.

Then it was just until after Asia/Seattle.

Then it was until the end of summer.  The school year was a good time to go back to brown, right?  It’s a clean break, a time to start over.  Except the closer I got to school starting up again, the sadder I was to lose the purple.  When I tried to make an appointment with my stylist, I discovered she was on vacation all week.  The soonest I could get in was Saturday, the day after I had to report for duty.  I figured it would still work – I would be brown before I saw any students.

But the more I lamented the change, the more I wondered if I needed to change it at all.  Surely I could find the time once every few weeks to redye it (“Ha!” laughs future mid-speech-season me).  I wasn’t sure if purple hair was really kosher for teachers at my school, though.  I mean, I could justify it easily when I did it since it was a result of a bet with the students – I was motivating the Promise of Tomorrow!  But now….  now it was just for me.

Since I couldn’t change it beforehand anyway, I went to school Friday planning to see how my principal and superintendent reacted.

And they didn’t.  Neither one said a word to me about it or even gave me a questioning glance.

And so I gleefully told my stylist Saturday, “We’re keeping the purple!”

“Oh, good,” she said.  “I wasn’t really sure how to undo it yet.”