My hair lay at the bottom of the trash can. The long, black locks that formerly resided on the top of my head had gone on a permanent vacation. I looked up at D___, the razor-wielding chemistry teacher standing before me who also happened to be my Ultimate Frisbee coach. “Are you sure you gave me a ‘four’?” I implored, referring to the length of the razor. He grinned at me sheepishly. “Well, I figured, if you were going to...