There I sat again at 7:30 in the morning, blow dryer in one hand and a round brush in the other. It was once again one of those bad hair days that nobody needs. Nothing worked anymore. Even after two washes and three different hairsprays, the curls just wouldn't hold. "Then it just wasn't meant to be," I said to myself, as I did every time after these creative hair-styling attempts. They usually always failed. Whether I had the sudden idea to do an updo with small hairpins or, like today, a Pinterest-worthy curly hairstyle, taming my hair was a full-time job, and I was the queen of wanting to do it at the very last minute. "Mia, we have to go!" I heard my mother calling for the third time. "Wait, just five more minutes." That was a bit of a fib, and we both knew it. My time estimates were never very accurate. I quickly grabbed a hairband from the dresser to my right and tied it briskly around my head. "What were you thinking, letting your hair grow?" I asked myself before quickly rushing down the stairs, where my mother, as always, greeted me with an amused look. "Didn't work out again, huh?!"