I still can't believe what happened to me last weekend. To explain it all, I will have to give you some background information. My name is Justin Collier and I was elected class president at Iowa Tech. I am 21 years old, 6 foot 1 and a slender 155 pounds with light brown hair. My hair has always been cut the same way, about three inches all over, parted on the side.

The first hint of trouble happened after I was elected. My friend Sally said "I hope we don't lost to A&M at football this year. I would hate to see you lose your hair." "What!!!" I responded. "Don't you know, the class president of Tech and A&M always bet on the annual football game. The winner shaves the losers head totally bald at the winner's campus." "Don't worry though, we haven't lost to A&M for over twenty years. Our presidents certainly have humiliated their presidents over the year. I would hate to see what they would do if we lost."

I forgot about the possibility of losing until the week of the big game. Everyone said that we were huge favorites. I started to get nervous however. Just thinking about having my head shaved completely bald in front of a laughing crowd made me nervous. I have never even had short hair, much less a shaved head.

The day of the game, evertyhing went wrong. It rained from sunrise to the end of the game. The field was a mudpit and neither team could mover the football. There was no score at halftime. However, at the end of the third quarter, our punter slipped in the end zone. Damn, a safety. However, things soon got much worse when A&M returned the free kick for a touchdown and ran in the extra point for two to go ahead 10-0. We got a late touchdown, but it was too little too late. We lost 10-7 and I was going to have to get my head shaved! I couldn't believe it. Shaved bald! I was too nervous to sleep that night.

The next morning, I received a call from the president of A&M. He said to meet him at their football stadium, that night at 9pm. I dreaded the trip and even thought about not going, but finally, I decided to face the music.

My stomach hurt the entire trip to A&M. I couldn't believe what was going to happen. Finally, I arrived at the stadium. The stadium lights were on. There were about 500 people there, all on the field. They were gathered around the fifty yard line. A wooden chair and a table sat on the middle of the field. Next to the table was a large mirror. For my benefit, I guessed. On the table was a pair of scissors, a black electric shaver, several disposible razors, shaving cream, a towel, and a couple of jars. I walked over to the middle of the field next to the chair.

Suddenly, the class predident of A&M stepped foreward. He said "Well, now we will get to what we all have been waiting for, the big haircut." Everyone cheered. From the sound of the cheer, it sounded as if everyone was still drunk from the game. The president then grabbed the scissors and cut my t-shirt up the front, leaving me bare chested and clad only in a pair of khaki shorts. I was so embarrassed. I am very thin and pale and I don't have any hair on my chest except for a thin strip leading up to my small innie navel. People started to laugh at the sight of my torso. I heard people comment on how pale I was and on how skinny I am. One girl reached over and tickeled my belly button. An obviously drunk guy said in a sarcastic voice "I wonder if he works out" I was really humiliated. However, the worst was stil to come. The president then threw my shirt into the cheering crown and told me to have a seat. Next, he grabbed a handful of my bangs and chopped them off with the scissors, throwing the cut hair into the air for dramatic effect. Next, he cut off a big hunk of hair at my crown, cutting down to the root. Finally, he put the scissors down and picked up the clippers, turning them on to the cheers of the crowd. He then said, "For years, your presidents have really humiliated our presidents. Now we are really going to get even." He then plunged the buzzing clippers into the middle of my forehead. I feld larch chunks of hair fall onto my lap. He then ran the clippers over my head several more times. My bare torso was soon covered with my hair. He then turned the clippers off and went over to the table. I reached up and touched my head. My head felt like sandpaper. I was almost bald. Bald! The crowd was going crazy.

Next, the president rubbed shaving cream all over my head. It was the gel type, and he put it on really thick. It felt chilly. Next, he picked up a disposible razor and plaed it at the front of my forehaed. Scrape, scrape, scrape. My head was being shaved! It felt really funny. While my head was being shaved, I thought about how I would face everyone on campus with a shaved head. I am a somewhat reserved preppy. A shaved head would be totally new for me. After a couple minutes, my head was completely shaved. Then the president re-lathered it and started to shave against the grain. I was goint to be really bald. My stomach was full of butterflies. The president then used the towel to wipe off my head and brush the hair off of my chest and stomach. Finally, it was over. Or so I thought.

The president then spread a handful of tan lotion all over my head. He then said "Last year some hoodlums from your school jumped our president at a backetball game and shaved his head again after his hair had grown back. They said we were losers and deserved to have a bald president. Now, however, you will have a bald president all year. The lotion that I put on your head is an extra strength hair remover. It promises to keep surfaces free of hair from a year to eighteen months." The president then wiped the lotion, which had dried by then off of my head.

I couldn't believe it. I was goint to be bald for over a year! What will I do now.

The president then picked up the mirror and held it up so that I could see myself. I couildn't believe it. I was completely hairless. I reached up and felt my head. It was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Not only did I have no hair, it looked as if I had never had any hair. I was as smooth as could be. Also, my head was as white as could be. I thought that my bare torso was white, but my head was as white as a glass of milk. I was in shock. I stood up and the crowd went wild. It felt as if a thousand hands were touching my head. It felt really weird to feel someone touch my head and not have any hair between their hand and my head.

I was then drug across the filed. The president said that I would go on a tour of the campus bars. I visited about a dozen bars that night, shirtless the whole time. I was the center of attention in every bar. Thousands of people ran their hands across my smooth dome. What a feeling! I don't remember everything about that night because I had a lot to drink. At least I got to drink for free at every stop. When I woke up the next day, I was sleeping on top of the covers of my bed, clad only in my boxer shorts. At first I thought that the whole thing had been a dream. However, I then felt my smooth head and it all came back to me. One good thing was that next to me there was a stack of napkins. Several of them had girl's names and telephone numbers on them. I never had that much luck before with a full head of hair. Maybe being bald wouldn't be so bad afer all.