Have you ever wanted to drastically change your hair? You’re tired of it being long, boring and straight—and you want something edgy? That was exactly how I was feeling the other night while my friend Katelyn, my roommate Courtney and I were watching episodes of “Glee.”

After returning from our meal at Hubnast—I mean Hubbell—we decided we wanted to do something different. My parents were coming early the next day. The only logical cure for a quiet night in would be having my friend change my hairstyle.

I have wanted to get straight bangs for a while, but it’s an international fact that college students don’t have money, even for a haircut. My lack of money was hindering my goal of sporting the Lady Gaga look and I was not handling it well. I could hardly look at myself in the mirror because I could tell something was missing. I thought, talked and dreamed about blunt-cut bangs. They were taking over my life! I knew I had to do something about the situation or things would keep getting worse.

After I had the calling to change my hairstyle, I realized the only solution…have my friend cut my hair! What an awesome idea, right? Nobody seemed to think Katelyn could do it, nobody wanted me to go through the torturous aftermath and nobody wanted me to pursue my dreams of looking like Lady Gaga. Apparently, no one had heard the classic ‘‘’80s song by Ray Stevens – “The Haircut Song.” I was merely following his advice by having a barber I know cut my hair. But our friends just would not go for it, so I had to set up my appointment with Katelyn in secret: 7 p.m. Friday.

Earlier in the day we Googled, “how to cut straight-across bangs yourself.” We were capable of handling this situation ourselves. So there we were, sitting on my desk chair in the bathroom, staring at the mirror and wondering where to start. Eventually we worked up the courage to begin the transformation.

Katelyn was standing in the way of the mirror the entire time, so I couldn’t see if she was creating a massacre or a masterpiece. All I noticed was the hair that kept falling onto my lap. Finally, she stopped cutting and I had the opportunity to see that the bottom of my orange sweatshirt had somehow turned black. This scared me tremendously. I was afraid to look at the mirror.

Maybe my friends were right. Maybe I should have gone to a professional. I started doubting my dreams of looking like my trendy role model, Lady Gaga.

After a few more snips, I got the chance to look at my reflection in the mirror. I slowly raised my head to find a brown-haired version of Lady Gaga staring back at me. YES! Cue “Paparazzi,” please. I was thrilled with my new ’do and could not wait to show it off to my friends and prove them wrong.

My advice to you is to stop complaining about never having any money for necessities—your friends will always pull through. Another little tidbit: Please don’t listen to that Ray Stevens song; it will be a waste of four minutes of your life. The moral of the story, however, is to never stop believing because your dreams really can come true. Each one of us has an inner Lady Gaga. Don’t be afraid to pursue it.