How to wash your own hair

As kids grow up, they need learn how to wash their hair by themselves. It may be  difficult at first, and you may wonder if you have rinsed your hair properly. After you read the steps to washing your hair, you will feel satisfied and pleased. 

Buy a shampoo, or use the shampoo you have. After spraying water around your hair with a shower head. Spray water until you think it is wet both on the inside and outside. After that, turn of the water and squeeze shampoo on your hand. When you have about half of the shampoo covering your palms, quickly spread it on your hair. Then, mover your hand around and spread the shampoo across your whole head, including the inside of your hair. Since the shampoo might not get across your whole head, roll your fingertips around so it would cover your whole hair. After you think you are pretty done, turn on the water and rinse the shampoo off. Just like you spread your shampoo over your head, do the same when washing it off so all the shampoo would get washed off. When everything is completed, turn off the water and squeeze your hair if it is long. By this, you will be able to shake off water before drying it with a towel. When you are finished with drying your hair with a towel, it is your choice if you want to dry your hair with a dryer or not!

“Feel the fear, and do it anyway.”

“Feel the fear, and do it anyway.”

Have you ever had a time where you had to take a risk, even a small risk that may have been nothing to others but hard for you? Everyone has their own fear and a way to get rid of it. To me, I felt fear towards participation. To others, it is a daily thing for them to raise their hand and participate. However to me, it is on of my fears. Fear takes in courage, and it consists of being confident and loud. Even though you may not be loud, most of the people in classes seem to participate, except me. In my parent teacher conferences for the past 5 years, I have heard the same comment over and over for every single class. 

“It would be better if Seung Min could participate more during class.”

My parents know this as well, and it was nothing surprising to them, as it had been a fear of mine from first grade. Shyness or having less confidence in myself is the main reason to my fear. I have known this for years and years, and it has always been in my “New Year Goals.” People may tell you, all you need to do is raise your hand if you know the answer. To me, being able to raise my hand first and participate is like jumping down from a high building. The tightness inside me and the fear of getting it wrong, or just talking in front of the class frights me. I have tried to overcome my fears, but as always, fear is something you cannot get rid of easily. When I see people shooting their hand up in the air, expressing their thoughts or contributing ideas to the topic, all I think is ‘I wish I could be like that.’ It may be a fear I may not be able to improve, but it can be something I can get rid of little by little, one at a time. 

The Migrant Mother

I feel really sorry for my kids.. I don’t know what I will do now. Everything has fallen inside of me, and I don’t know if I will ever be able to build it back up again. 5 years of working as a migrant. Working 6 hours a day, and earning the money for one bread for each of my kids. Now they don’t even want me to work for them. What will I do...? I remember back in the days when my husband and I would go in the field, pick flowers and eat as much as we like, then lie on the grass and just talk for hours. Now it is just a part of my history, and it is something that cannot happen twice in my life. It was 3 years ago when he disappeared on one cold night in december. I was feeding my kids, and my husband went out to check on the crops that was growing rapidly. He would have normally taken half an hour or so, but even after 2 hours he would not return. I was starting to get worried, so I decided to put my babies in bed and head outside. It took a long time until they stopped crying and started sleeping. Right after that was done, I took out a coat and headed straight towards the field. No one. I could see nor hear anyone but faint crimson marks on the floor. I first thought it was the berries that had smashed to the ground, but when I took a closer look, it was too red and big to be the marks of a berry. It would be a lie if I said I did not think it was blood, as the second thought that came to mind was blood. As I kept looking at that mysterious crimson makings on the ground, I felt my whole body shiver with fear. 

‘Lets just go inside and wait for him. He will come back sooner or later!’ I thought to myself, and led myself inside the house. 

From then, a few years have passed and he still has not returned. However, the kids and I moved far away from this empty house; a house that no longer felt like a home. We moved into the city, and there we lived inside the basement of the person’s house I was going to work for. I would work for hours and hours, and receive a few pennies. With these pennies, I would mostly spend it on my kids. None of these people were kind wherever I went. They would order me to do things that did not even need cleaning or yet picking (crops), and it would never end. I have moved on and on, and this was a tiring job for the children as they would have to stay in their rooms most of the day. Last week, I was cut from my job. I have no hope, and I do not know what I will do now. Most importantly, I do not know how I will feed my kids.. Everything seems black in front of my eyes, and I feel like I have gone blind. Blind in mind and blind in sight. I’m just lost, and I do not know myself anymore.. I wish I would be able to turn back time, back to where I had my whole family. A family that was happy and full of laughter.