Dallas Evans Jr. of Brunswick: I started my hair six years ago during my sophomore year of undergrad, just wanting to try something different. I took to YouTube to learn the process and spoke with friends about their experiences after I decided to begin my journey. When I began people would always tell me I would never be able to enter the business world with dreads and even my parents cautioned me. In short, my hair makes me feel great. While I don’t feel defined by my locs, their growth through the years and maturity has directly reflected my own. The first of many lessons I learned through the process of growing them was patience. The beginning phases can be frustrating for those who prefer immediate results, but it is only through time and proper care that locs grow. A uniqueness I hold close about my hair concerns my late grandmother, whom I was very close to. Growing up, I would always notice random strands of red in her hair, which was otherwise black and gray. Every now and then I am able to catch my own red strands interlocked into my hair and I’m reminded of her. One incident I do recall, however, occurred when I traveled to Athens with a few of my fraternity brothers for a step show. We walked along a strip of bars near UGA and came across one that had a “no dreadlocks” policy. I initially thought this was a joke. But sure enough, on a sign atop the door where the regular “no weapons, no hats, no baggy clothes” was placed, the words “no dreadlocks” were added to the list. My brothers and friends were surprised that I wasn’t at all fazed by this and were even more surprised when I shared a laugh with security. I did not perceive this as a problem for me, because I have no interest in being anywhere my locs, which are very much a part of me, are not welcome.