It really is. :'(

*Squints at you*

You notice the censored glass but not the weird baby looking bobble head?

This IS an interesting reference post. No one needs your unnecessary comments.

Haha no you're all good. :)

The teacher was just so done. All she said was ew and called the janitor. The class all said one long, collective, "EWWW!" And later some people said sorry I had to deal with that. I still don't know to this day, but I'm pretty sure they still go to my current school.

I'm still standing there and the teacher walks over to me and heaves an agitated sigh. She asks what's wrong, and I say, "There's HAIR under my desk!" She just frowns and says ew. I'm still pretty disgusted by it. She then tells me to move a few seats away, so I happily oblige. While she called the janitor, I just sat there with a scowl on my face, staring at my disgusting desk. I never figured out who did it because that desk is empty first period. Someone tied up one end and superglued it to the underside. Fortunately, I was moved out of that class later because my schedule had to be moved around for band.

So, it was in 7th grade. That was our first year of having different periods and not staying in the same desk all the time, so the whole "A different desk each class" was very new and exciting to me. As time went on I started to hate it of course. Now it's the middle of the year, my pique of hating school. I'd just walked to social studies for second period, and sat in my desk just like normal. I have a habit of crossing my legs when I sit, and because I was so tall, my legs would usually touch the underside of my desk. So I figured everything was just fine until I felt something NOT smooth touching my leg. I brushed it off, thinking it was just my jeans that were bunched up. So I straightened them out and crossed my legs again. I ignored it to focus on the lesson, but I soon grew annoyed and discomforted by it. I check under the desk to see a rather large chunk of hair (human or fake I'm still not sure) and I flip out. I jump from my desk and stare at it, mortified. (TBC)

Did you mean, I want two of each color? Because that's what im feelin. B)