A lot of my students talk about their hair a lot because it is very different from mine. One of them is obsessed with her “frizzy hair” as she calls it so we make a joke of it.
Miss W to Student: Why is your hair so frizzy? It is never frizzy.
Student: Because I sat by the fan in Life Science. I tried to turn it off but Mr Teacher kept turning it back on. I think everyone was looking at me.
(Her sister was listening to the conversation) Sister: My Dad won’t let me straighten my hair.
Miss. W: Why not?
Sister: He thinks I’m growing up too fast, and he loves my curly bush head. He calls it a forest when I wake up, and when he tries to comb it I say, ‘don’t do it, you are killing the animals.’