several folks have asked me how school was going. i give the same stock answer “good.” (because it is…buuut, do you really want to know “how” it’s going?) week one was great. i was nervous & anxious & excited; much like the same as everyone else. wow, a lot of stuff, but i seemed to be right where i needed to be.
day 5, or week two, or hour number 23…it happened. what am i doing here?? escape route? no…no escape route.you know that overwhelming feeling of frustration & ugh-ness that gets so ginormous that it seeps out into visible drops of water leaking from your eyeballs? yep. that was happening. over braids. a french braid. but, i know how to do that…have done my own locks for years upon years; how could this be? why was something so simple & basic becoming this crazy ordeal? managing to hold back the waterworks on this new style of “upwards, claw handed” braid was difficult. (so much harder to re-learn a style of something you’re used to, as opposed to learning it the very 1st time…agreed?! p.s. i’m being dramatic) “keep it together, ash” & okay, moving on. because it was, in fact, the french twist that followed, that would break me. & if i hadn’t pulled that together in time, it could’ve potentially gotten me a nom by the academy. oh, the tears…& then the tears because there were tears. why was i so defeated? you see, i’m not particularly a weak individual; it’s when i get to that breaking point that i’m so upset that i’m upset…make sense? i was told by oober awesome instructor to save some tears for finger waves; which truly broke most.
so, i’m sweating all day following day 5…oh crap, would i shed a more embarrassing display over that, too? was that frankie avalon in my head singing “beauty school dropout” true? nope. apparently, your girl gets finger waves & pin curls. craziness. & my sanity & confidence is restored.
follow that with mind-blowing homework…i am not kidding, you guys. chemistry…math…etc. whoa, what am i getting myself in to? am i cut out for this? a few phone calls & i am actually not the only one feeling this way…ah, relief.
plus, it’s cool; in clinic, i successfully teased the mess out of a mannequin’s head after a shampoo set. so much that she came off the tripod! (that’s a passing kind of goodness.) & if my clientele, to start, is little older ladies or the like, then bring it. i feel safe in knowing that ‘truvy’ from steel magnolias would be proud.
yep, my life back in the classroom. learning new things. highs & lows. accomplishing pretty nice results, & not so pretties. making “discoveries” (which is code for oopsies). meeting new people (there are actually only 7 of us…insert a quick “are you on facebook?” or a “what’s your number” friendgirls!) yes, we have quite a long haul to experience together!
this is school after all. i don’t have to be perfect. i just have to understand how to get there! practice, practice, practice. (this mantra will follow me for many months to come…many, many months!)
& in my sincerest, most artistic-loving way, i hope that i make it. i am determined to do so…that count? feel free to send positive, voojoo, happy-go-lucky vibes my way…i will gladly absorb & distribute!
*done with high school (& college), but wiping “my angel face” & continuing with night school…no beauty school dropout!
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