March Madness, The Big Dance

March Madness, The Big Dance.  One might think that I am referring to college basketball but actually I am referring to the most memorable and nerve testing week in every beauty school student's life.  It's like getting the call up to the majors from the minor leagues accept in this case all you have to do is show up and you get promoted eventually...  Still, it's just as exciting.  The moment when you have amassed enough hours of schooling that they will actually allow you to work on the general public!

Wednesday was my first day.  I was in good spirits, anticipation was high.  You know you will get an appointment at some point during the day, you just don't know when or what or who.  So you wait.  Most the time I think the instructors like to drag it out until the afternoon just to make you suffer.  For me it was like playing hide and seek as a kid and my experience might have been different from other kids but it went something like this.  I would hide.  I would wait.  I would then realize that I had to go the bathroom.  I would pray I would get found quickly.  I would then either get found and run to the bathroom or give myself up because I couldn't hold it anymore and then run to the bathroom.  So yes, on Wednesday, I walked around feeling like I had to go the bathroom all day. 

When Mrs. Peacock had her first day on the floor I was able to go in and be her first client, which I greatly enjoyed but I knew the chances of Mrs. Peacock letting me cut her very distinct hairdo at this stage in my new career were nonexistent.  I was very glad this was the case because I like being married and it might have taken years of marital counseling to work through the issues that would have resulted.  As a very pleasant surprise Mrs. Peacock did show up and allow me to wax her eyebrows.  This was a nice compromise that showed that she trusted me not to scar or mame her with hot wax and allowed me to get my first service out of the way.  All while not jeopardizing our marriage.  I rang her up after and she hooked me up with a sweet $20 tip!  (Mrs. Peacock has always been the big tipper in the family)

I went on to do my first haircut later in the day and for a first cut I did a pretty good job.  I didn't cut her or myself.  For my efforts I earned a hearty dollar bill.  This served as a good reminder that it would take 20 regular women to equal 1 Mrs.Peacock...


Blogs coming soon...  Torture Through Chemical Services.... & ..... Tips!

Facials, Makeup, and Waxing, Oh my!

We are in the tail end of our book work at school and this is exciting on a couple different levels.  One is that we get to spend more time doing practical things like working on our mannequins and on each other.  The other is that we won't have to write out such exciting questions as "True or False - It is important to ask your client what they want."  We have now completed our facial, make up, and waxing chapters.  Facials are interesting, I find myself to be fairly comfortable giving them.  I have never had a problem giving massages and my soft hands have been cultivated from years of avoiding physical labor and sitting on my butt and clicking a mouse for the last seven years.  Receiving them is a different story, I am not a huge fan of having my face touched.  I could blame that on being slapped around as a kid to garner some sympathy at this point of the blog but I am happy to say that I was not abused as a child.  "Carol" gave me my facial and didn't do a bad job but she is a little bit more rough around the edges then I am.  She is a farm girl at heart, does farm work, has horses, gets up before the crack of dawn just to intimidate the sun every day...  She got better as she went along but at first it was like she was punching me with her thumbs and I was getting worked over inside the UFC octagon.

Make up was next and I am not ashamed to say that this was the most awkward thing I have encountered at school.  The girls in the room all seemed to be communicating in their own language that I simply didn't understand.  I nodded when I thought I should and tried to fake my way through it, not letting on how lost I was.  A couple of the senior students were kind enough to be our models and I immediately apologized to the one that drew me.  I find its much less awkward to apologize up front rather than after you have made someone look like a clown.  I dabbed, I brushed, I blushed, I lined, I blended, I did it all....  Awkwardly.  My number one goal was to not stab the young lady in the cornea and do serious damage.

luckily I accomplished my goal!  No (permanent) damage was done.

Next up is waxing.  I am not sure who came up with the idea of putting hot wax on your body hair and then ripping it off but I am pretty sure alcohol was involved.  This too is one of those that is better to give then to receive.  I am not ashamed to say that this was my first waxing and I had my eyebrows done.  It hurt!  Probably not as bad as the poor girl who's lip I attempted to wax or as bad as the girl in the video we had to watch who got a bikini wax.

I read a while back about some guys in Ireland who were raising money for charity by waxing each other.  One drunk guy decided he was going to one up his friends and go for a full Brazilian.  Keep in mind there was not a professional in the bunch and that this fundraiser took place in a bar.  Anyway, one of his friends ended up taking off 7 layers of skin off of one his "boys".  That waxing was followed up by a trip to the hospital where doctors were able to laugh at him and barely save his testicle.

(this is where I normally search google and insert picture but in order to keep the blog PG we will skip it this time)

Needless to say, I am glad we don't do that type of waxing at the school.