Follow Your Arrow.

Time has just zipped by since January 2013. I started school January 7th, and prepared myself for what I thought would be the toughest, longest year of my life. Of course, there were days that I thought, “Wow. I can’t get out of her fast enough.” For the most part, however, I look back and think of how influencial and exciting the past eleven months have been. Now, I’m in the month that I graduate, and I can’t help but wonder if I’m ready or not.

Cosmetology School is, hands down, one of the greatest things that have happened to me. If you’re anything like me, walking on to a regular college campus makes me want to bash my head into a wall. My mom was conviced that I needed to get my general ed done, at least, before I started Cosmetology School. I went along with her suggestion (knowing that it wasn’t going to last very long) and began to attened Willow International Community College. When I took my first step, I felt like I had entered Buchanan High School all over again. This is exactly what I DIDN’T want.

A month goes by, and I couldn’t be more unhappy. I took it upon myself to schedule a tour of Paul Mitchell the School Fresno and begin what I feel I was destined to. I told my parents and, finally, they were convinced.

“College isn’t for everyone,” my dad explained to my mom.

I look back and think, dang, that was only a year ago. I enrolled in the part time cosmetology program (2 years long) because I wanted to work. I had a job at the time and intended on keeping it for as long as I had to be in school. Then, the first day approached. November 19, 2012. My eighteenth birthday. I remember the day like it was five minutes ago. The overpowering nerves, the hopes of making new and wonderful friends, leaving thirty minutes earlier than I had to, just so I could make it there on time. There were two other girls there that were as early as I was. They were a lot older than me. Mom age, to be exact. I was intimidated because, hello, my baby self had just turned eighteen that day. More women had started coming in, and it was so obvious from the start: I needed to enroll in full time, day school.

I got home that night, afraid to tell my mom how badly I wished to enroll in day. I’m blessed enough to have parents willing to pay for my education, so I didn’t want to disappoint her in any way. Plus, the day school hours are crazy, and I knew that I probably wouldn’t be able to work at all.

“How was school?!” My mom seemed so excited to hear about my day. Deep, even breathes. Here it goes.

“I felt out of place. I want to switch to day school.”

And just like that, my mom was on top of it. The next day, she had called the man that gave me a tour of the school in the first place. I was to begin full-time schooling on January 7th, 2013. Thank the sweet Lord for that.

Now, I’m here. My scheduled graduation date is December 27th, 2013. Merry Christmas to me! I am so thankful for the education I have recieved from my amazing teachers and classmates. If you know me, you know that I am so indecisive of so many things, but this I am sure of: God knew what He was doing when He opened up this opportunity for me. I want to spend the rest of my life making people feel beautiful as they leave my chair in the salon. There truly is no greater feeling.

The day after Halloween, My boyfriend’s BEAUTIFUL sister, Riley, had a Halloween party. Her newly blonde self decided that Marilyn would be the perfect costume. We decided that a faux-bob was in order as her hair is extremely long. We both were eccstatic with the results.


A little before and after action on a PM night student, Griselda. We had to pretreat and repigment her hair to achieve the beautiful, rich red that she wanted. I also cut a few inches off of her thirsty ends and her layers.


This is my great aunt, Connie. Her hair is naturally gray all-over. She sat in my chair and goes, “I don’t want dark, but I don’t want blonde, either.” This was definitely a shocking change for her. I, however, am obsessed with it! She was happy, but she’s excited for it to fade a bit.


This is my cousin, Ashley. She has colored parts of her hair before, but never her whole head. Luckily for me, she trusted me enough to take that virginity away from her! I also gave her a trim with some beautiful layers.


Paul Mitchell is offering gel nail services now! The end of my time is approaching, as you all know, and I don’t think I am going to continue on doing nail services after I graduate, so book with me before it’s too late!


I have found such a passion for men’s haircutting. My friend, Zach, looks so handsome with his new do, am I right?!


This is probably my favorite cut to perform. Shorter in the back, longer in the front, with some triangular layers. My client was extremely happy with the results as it was quite the change for her.


Top: this lovely lady came in for a deep conditioning treatment and a haircut. Her hair was definitely thirsty and the deep conditioning was necessary. I trimmed her ends and gave her layers. As she was leaving, she goes, “My hair looks perfect.” I’m convinced that my heart skipped. There is no better feeling than that, right there.
Bottom: Rico came in with a grown out mohawk that he wanted touched up. In his words: “I want a classy, blended mohawk.” Pressure was on for me, though, when he said he was in a band and had to look good. He left very pleased, thank Jesus!

I just want to thank each and everyone one of you who have supported my journed as a learning cosmetologist. I wouldn’t be where I am today without my wonderful family, my amazing boyfriend, and my gracious friends. I really am so appreciative.

I hope everyone had an amazing Thanksgiving and will continue to have an amazing holiday season.
“The best things in life aren’t things.”




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