The perils of wet hair

So I made the mistake of going to work with my hair wet today. The janitor promptly saw it, explained how sick I was gonna get, and marched me to the bathroom where she proceeded to dry my hair with several towels that she just produced from somewhere. Then she braided my hair and I went to class. Just a normal day, eh?

LOVE IT though.  NOWHERE else would anyone give a crap about me like they do here.  My school has been so good to me. I really hope there is nothing seething under the surface...although I am trying to make myself doubt that fear.