On August 25th 2008...my worst nightmare begins. Cosmetology class. I am scared to death.
But more about why I'm terrified later. First, let me illustrate the amazing-ness of this beautiful opportunity that has been presented to me.
I'm going to be a junior in HS come this August, I'm 17 and I will be a makeup artist. I wanted to be a doctor until I was 14. My parents were so proud...until I came home one day and said something to the effect of "
Forget doctors! I am going to be a makeup artist!
"
They were
so not happy. They felt they still had hope, I was young, 14, and it seemed like I was acting on impulse. So my parents fought me on it. They told me they wouldn't help me pay for college...they wanted me to get a business degree...it wasn't a stable job...blah blah blah. :] I've been pretty fired up about my aspiration since then. My parents have come around full circle and they totally support the idea and recently threatened to kick my boyfriends bottom should he dissuade me in any way from pursuing my makeup career. <3
So as a freshman in HS I was introduced into the theatre department. I was an actress, aw. But, when we were studying a stage makeup course, my director dragged my made-up face to the head directors and I was put into the varsity technical theatre class, as head makeup designer during my sophomore year.
Sophomore year was fun, I designed the makeup for Snow White- cirque du soleil style. Fantastic, avant garde, and weird. I competed last fall in a state wide theatre competition, and my 3 person makeup team is currently 2nd in the state of Texas' stage makeup design competition. My team was short one person, and none of us had competed before- so we lost to a 4 person team who was competing for the 3rd time. It's okay, we kicked a few hundred other schools' bottoms.
Junior year though, that's the one that I was looking forward to. My school district has a career center that offers a cosmetology class. This class is a half day class, you have to take it your entire Junior and Senior year, and you have to pass the exams at the end of your senior year to get your license. It's $750, the only class in the area that will allow you to start the class while in high school, and it gives you credits for school. It's a real class, hair and nails and all that jazz.
Unfortunately, they only allow 7 students from each of the 6 schools in the district.
& they draw names to choose these 7 students.
&& there was like 30 people who applied for this class at my school alone.
&&& Some crazy girl who sits next to me in my math class spent all year telling me how she was going to be in the class and how she was amazing and how she was going places blah blah blah.
She was annoying.
So I didn't feel too bad when I was chosen for the class and she wasn't. Not even when she didn't talk to me for the last three weeks of class.
So I'm enrolled! My only issue is...I so don't want to take this class. I hate touching people's hair. It terrifies me. If some hair stylist screwed up my hair, some hair stylist would be punched in the face. This class is like Hair, Nails, Waxing, and a tiny bit of makeup. All I want is the makeup, but I fully realize that hair and all the works is a growing demand in makeup artists.
So in August, I'm trompin off to do hair.
I'd like to say, I think hair is gross, other people's hair can be super gross and oily and dirty.
Also, I don't even have nails. I don't know anything about nails because I file mine all the way down because I have super weird long fingers and nails elongate my fingers even more.
I don't want to wax anyone's eyebrows. We aren't allowed to wax anything but eyebrows (thank god)
So I am going to blog this business.
Maybe I'll turn out to love hair.
But I'd like to end this post by saying
I am not a spoiled priss.
I am going to take this class.
I will appreciate it.
I will not complain about it anywhere but this blog.
I will learn as well as I can.
I will do my personal best.
I will touch peoples hair...and nails...and...eyebrows...
It's a fantastic opportunity, I have fantastic supportive parents, and boyfriend, and friends.
So...I'm blogging for personal moral support to get me through this. I'll be updating regularly, to inform everyone of my experiences, traumatizing and inspiring alike.
Why can't I just stick with something like this? :[
