breathtaking chaos sequence of events

First few days of school:

- Drank the koolaid
- Chinese fire-drilled the class that started a week before us
- Learned how to properly drape a guest
- Gave hugs to strangers.  Oh, and the Backstreet Boys were there, too.  (some girls cried)
- Mr. T was also there.  He said the T stands for "temperature", because he makes it hot.
- Then I shampooed someone for the first time.    ...At least, the first time in a traditional setting.  Washing hair dye out of someone's hair while they're bent over a bathtub doesn't count.
- Discovered fellow ambitious people. 

It's pretty fucking amazing.

I felt like a sap because I felt the urge to get all choked up on the drive home from the first day.  It's just really cool, because the teachers have the same ideals that I do.  There are some people there who have the same ideals, as well. 

Because I feel like I'll explode any day now from this ambition and this excitement and this determination.  So I've found a place that continually sucks out and injects me with even more ambition and excitement.

...Well, I guess injects me with knowledge of this trade, too.  That's kind of important. 

I have great teachers, though.

I feel like this is making up for everything I fucking missed out on in highschool.  I never fucking went to public school, and I never had that one life-changing teacher that everyone seems to have had.  I was cheated out of all of that, but I have this crazy feeling that going here is going to make everything fucking incredible.

Waking up at 6 is hard, and sitting in traffic for an hour sucks too, but once I walk through those doors and I can smell the clinic floor and be immersed in the fast paced chaos, the endless chatter, the sound of blow-dryers and the thought that I'm going to be the best stylist---the negativity kind of melts away.

INJECT ME BABY I'M A FREE BITCH



PS, I want Kristen McMenamy's hair. 
Why can't I go gray faster.