the day i decided to enroll for cosmetology school i did not know what i was getting myself into.
i
had this fabulous image in my head of a bunch of sassy young adults
(mostly female, but with one EXTRA sassy, possibly gay man, to make
things super-fun) gathered in a group where we played with hair, did a
lot of bookwork and were responsible and capable of functioning like
real, live grown-ups.
i expected to see all of my favourite films
featuring salons (SEE: Earth Girls Are Easy, Steel Magnolias and
Beautician and the Beast) culminate into a delightful spin-off starring
me, a wacky salon bff, a fabulously zany teacher and a collection of
rowdy but compassionate classmates who would fall prey to misconceptions
at first, but ultimately end up being really close, almost a family.
well... no. all i can say is no.
the
first quarter has now come and gone and from the preconceived hopes,
all i got out of it was the friend (Morgan, you've all heard of her) and
the zany teacher. nothing but drama befell our group of twelve, which
Morgan and i attempted with massive zeal to remain out of. we would
prance outside each break, cigarettes in hand and talk about hair and
shears and the lesson plan for the day... occasionally we would share
our cigarette time with other people, other times not. either way,
Morgan and i really bonded in our need to be the best in the class (we
literally ONLY live for trying to one-up each other in class... fyi, i
won last quarter. only marginally, but i won) and in our endeavours to
become involved in as little drama as physically possible in class
(because, our logic dictated, school is NOT for recreating dramatic
scenes from daily soap operas and making bffs, but for learning. the
end).
despite our many efforts to avoid all the drama, the quarter
ended on a wildly obscene note with a massive argument (featuring yours
truly and another girl in class who i now dearly love) and dramatic
silences. the small group of us that were involved vowed that we would
come back this quarter with a new lease on life, be positive and not
perpetuate ugly gossip or negativity.
well.... now we are soaring
into our third week in the second quarter with significantly more
attitude and shittyness. there's been arguing, there's been backstabbing
and more than anything, there's been a wild escalation in the elevation
that these are being taken to. the escalation has actually become so
wild that we have had to spend no less than a couple of hours in the
teacher's office trying to figure out what the hell we are going to do
about all of this.
apparently, now, today, things are okay.
apologies have been offered and we're hopefully moving on and will
progress to a great new quarter and a fabulous rest of our course.
i'm not holding my breath though.
high
school shit aside? school's wonderful. we started working on the floor
officially last Thursday and i got the joy of working with three
clients. it was terrifying but also wildly exciting. we're learning a
lot of stuff and are finally going into really meaty styling and will be
doing hair colouring in about a month, so wish me luck with the rest of
this quarter... hopefully nobody gets shouted at!
