I've dyed and gone to...Louis' desk

I went to the bank today to set up payment for my gas bill through my bank (which I had to do during work, because the banks here close at 3 pm), and when I got back, this kid was sitting at my desk, and teachers were putting newspapers around his shoulders. At first I guessed the kid was injured or something, but when he smiled, I figured it was something else. Then the male teacher put this goop on a plastic comb-thingy, and started to run it through the kids hair. I tried to ask what it was for (lice maybe?) but when the female teacher started tugging at a part of his hair that, I got the idea: Holy crappers!!! You aren't allowed to have dyed hair in junoir high!!! Apparently, if you're caught dying your hair, they drag you into the teacher's room, sit you in the first avaliable desk (in this case mine), and dye your hair back to the only colour that is acceptable (black). I wonder what they'd do if they got an exchange student or something with brown/red/blonde hair.

Anyhow, I should get back to work. I'll post more pictures soon.

By the way, so far everyone is losing the name-Louis'-plant contest (Michelle, je ne veux pas savoir le genre de plant que j'ai, je veux que tus lui donne un nom, comme "monsieur plant" ou "bob"), and the grand prize of all-expenses-paid* trip to Japan is still up for grabs.