My student, Ken, came to class last week with a chunk of hair missing from the front of his head. Turns out he took a stab at cutting his own hair--literally. I immediately thought of the time my brother, Mike, did the same thing when we were kids. But in my brother's defense, he did a much better job than Ken. Ah well, at least I'll have something to make me smile for a while, until it grows back.
