Two years ago I attended cosmetology school, not for cosmetology but for esthetics. I thought I wanted to be an esthetician. But as it turns out, it was the worst time in my life, to say the least. I took a 500-hour esthetician course for about five months. Who knew I wasn’t meant to be an esthetician? It’s true, I was running from my life at the time and I didn’t know where my life was going. I would have done anything at that time to escape the reality of what I was going home to.
When life knocks me down, what do I do? Go to school. I have to say that I never thought when I graduated from the program that I would be using that knowledge anywhere outside of my own vanity but here I am writing about it as if I’m some sort of beauty blogger. I kind of enjoy writing about makeup for other blogs. Maybe it’s because I know so much about it. But I don’t see myself being a full-time beauty blogger.
The truth is I never thought I would make it through that program, to begin with. 500 hours doesn’t seem like a lot until you’re there 8 hours a day 5 days a week like it’s your full-time job. When I say worst time in my life, I mean it. Well pertaining to school anyway. I’ve always been a learning sort of gal. I love to learn. I was so eager to start college, I started before ending high school. But community college is far different than Cosmetology school – note to self.
The teachers there were just awful. And the owner, don’t even get me started on her. It’s like we were working her salon for free, and they called it school. There wasn’t very much learning until it came time to learn about state testing. Whewww glad that’s over with! I did make it out with some pretty cool makeup, and face cleansing tips.
So I guess esthetician school came in handy after all!