It's been at least 4 years since I've dyed my hair; somehow I've always had good excuses for why I couldn't. "Graduation's coming up," I would think to myself, "I'd hate to look back and be upset about my grad photos†". Or, recently, "I really can't go walking around the wards with blue highlights, now can I? Whatever would my patients think?"
So, I promised myself that once all my interviews were over, I'd stop by walgreens, grab some hair dye, and shake things up a bit. I'm going to be in the anatomy lab for the next month anyway, so if I look like an idiot at least I won't do so rounding on patients.
As I type, the ammoniac fumes are wafting from my new, red-dyed hair. Kickass! You know, they always say redheads have more fun