I’m going to discuss my experience with Beauty School. I really wish someone would have told me how much work and effort getting my cosmetology license in high school required. Or all of the things I would miss out on, or the feeling of missing a high school experience. I really wish someone would have taken the time to really discuss and explain in detail what was being asked of me. Then again at 16 I probably wouldn’t have listened.
Two years at my beauty school were hell, and I don’t just say this because I want to be a brat. My entire class was divided, in two ways, physically and well those girls vs. these girls. Everyone eventually paired up and if you didn’t have a bff you basically floated between. I’ll start off discussing the management. I detested the woman in charge and to this day I loath going in to speak with her. I know it’s her job to enforce the rules, but there were day were the rules were unbearable. Every Saturday starting at 8 a.m. we would get yelled at “Up off your feet ladies you need to get moving, don’t want to be sent home!!!” It drove me nuts, that and the fact that she would send you home with or without a good reason.
Now the location, I can’t explain the clientele we had over in Monroe. Ranged from the homeless, to creepy men that high schoolers weren’t aloud to take. Not only were the clients gross they never tipped, I barely made five dollars a month. Which is sad because I was there weekdays 12:45-4:30 and Saturdays 8-4. Looking back I value the skills that I learned but I really wish I knew what I was in for. Then again without beauty school I wouldn’t have met some of the best friends a girl could ask for.
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