Dear Diary,                                                  Tuesday, Feb, 19    

      I cut my fringe before taking a shower last night. First, I was joyous because I thought it would look fresh and wouldn’t have to see my long, irritating fringe anymore. Second, I have been proud of my skill of cutting fringe. In short, I was pleased with my new hairstyle.

     After the haircut, however, my fridge was cut so short that I was so depressed that I didn’t know how to make up for my short fringe. The worst thing was that I didn’t even want to go to school. Looking at the reflection in the mirror, I began to be puzzled about the girl with silly hairstyle.

     I really wanted to calm down myself, trying to make it less noticeable. Therefore, I made up my mind to clip my fringe and pretend nothing had happened until my hair grows longer.

     Next time, I’ll not have cut my own hair. Maybe I received the punishment from God because of my pride. I’ve learned a lesson!