It's Ducking Lit

Would I be myself if I wasn't a complete walking cartoon? The answer is no my friends. No with a capital N. You remember cartoons. The humorous little animations with your favorite characters getting into various shenanigans. I am prone to falling, spilling things on my clothes and when it comes to young men, I am a complete wreck. Them: "Hey what's your name?" Me: "Thank you." Its bad. So if you casually ask me have I set myself on fire, the answer would have to be yes. What would make that scenario even more worse? Oh I set my hair on fire. Yeah, I'm that girl. I don't fear ladders and black cats, I'm bad luck on two legs. How did this happen? I'm glad you asked! So that this happens to none of my Kinks and Coils (I named yall!) out there, I'm going to tell you, so hopefully you learn from my mistakes.

I am a proud member of the National Association of Colored Women's Clubs, Incorporated, Women of Empowerment,The Frankie J. Pierce Federated Chapter. The chapter is commonly known as WOE and it is housed on my beloved campus of Tennessee State University. WOE is a community service organization that is committed to community service- of course- as well as sisterhood and women empowerment-duh. WOE blessed me with 36 sisters who I call my bond sisters. We for sure have an unbreakable bond, anyone who puts a fire out that has engulfed your head, truly has a unbreakable bond with you. But let me not get ahead of myself, so let me start from the beginning.

It was a regular college night. I was at my bond sister's campus apartment. It was a sisterly gathering with all my lovely sisters in sight. For some odd reason we always have to be on top of each other. Due to this lovey dovey fact, many of us were cramped in my sisters bedroom. Mind you this room isn't even big enough for the person who spends every night there, now add 10 more people. So here we are- cramped. You can see the tragedy coming can't you? It should be noted that my bond sister, whose apartment it is, is a Resident Assistant. So she should follow the rules right? A stressed rule being no open flames, i.e. candles in one's room. Follow the rules? Its TSU. What are rules? So here we are chatting, laughing, not paying attention at all. There's a candle above my head, I'm aware of this. I'm leaning against here desk, but I decide I'm going to sit on it. Next thing I know, one of my sisters is running out of the room. Cool. Weird. Ok. Next, there's a funny smell is in my nose. Then its nothing but screaming. SCREAMING. 20+ girls screaming. Then its another one of my sisters beating my head. I honestly had no idea what was going on. I thought I was being jumped. This was the day I knew I had to somehow fight 36 girls.

Of course I realized later, that my sister's were saving my life. I didn't even know my head had bursted into flames until after the fact. I had hella products in my head too yall! Its a miracle I survived, because due to me being a cartoon, a chemical reaction should have occurred and I should be bald. Surprisingly though I had zero heat damage- No lies! Due to me not remembering the ordeal its actually fun to tell people I set my hair on fire. Moral of the story is: big hair can lead to big accidents. Watch your head, if there's a candle in sight, stay 8 million feet away from that sucker. He wants your hair, I promise you he does!