I finished beauty school, hair school, cos school (whatever you call it) September 11, 2009, about 2 weeks after my scheduled date. Not bad considering what happened during the 10 months I was in school.

You’d be interested to know that on my first day of school my class was around 11. Of those, only 6 of us made it all the way through. Beauty school was much different than college. I dare say it was more difficult in the sense that it was a full time job being there FORTY hours a week in the SAME room with the SAME people for TEN months can wear on a person if ya get my drift. Don’t get me wrong, I made some life long friends and learned about myself as well. I learned about stretching my abilities, I made plenty of mistakes (mostly on my mannequins!), learned more than just about hair, skin and nails. Did you know that zygomatic bone is also known as the cheekbone? I learned that being a peace maker is so much easier than giving my opinion at any given opportunity. I was known in school as just that, and was thankful that was my ‘legacy’ if you will. There was plenty of drama, and hair pulling moments, but just as that – there was always someone there to sweep up my hair after a haircut. sigh. I am proud to announce that I was in the top 3 of my entire school in service volume, retail volume, customer satisfaction and repeat customers. (thanks to all my family and friends!)

I have to say, I didn’t do this on my own. If it wasn’t for the strength that Heavenly Father instilled in me, the love I felt he had for me when I just thought I couldn’t take it anymore. I had amazing support from my entire family, especially Greta, Mom and James. Thanks to Greta for being my VERY first haircut in school, thanks to Mom for always coming to see me in school and thanks to James for his constant encouragement and high fives. I can’t forget my fly girls from church that gave me a chance to get my practice in!!!

I’ll never forget the teachers asking me not to go b/c I “balanced” everything out. Or the mass quantities of kit kats, diet coke, that were consumed in the break room. There are many things that I will try to forget, but I’ll never forget that I did it. Now I just study and PRAY I pass my boards!

This is just the beginning, I am starting from square one. It’s been an exhilarating experience all in the same it’s been draining. I am still on the job hunt which has left me feeling a little displaced at the moment, but I know the right thing will come along eventually…until then, folding childrens clothes will have to due (ugh).

I AM DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!