^^^The brunettes:: (L-R) Meagan:Perla:Dajana:Kendra:Me
Perms suck. Or...do they blow? I've never understood the difference because they essentially mean the same thing, but either way perms are TERRIBLE. It's like, God decided to give hairdressers a taste of what the apocalypse will feel like, so in 1909 He invented perms. To fuck with us. Because that's the only plausible answer I can come up with as to WHY anyone would want one OR want to do one. They're ridiculously unhealthy for your hair...and if you have any previous color, you can just FORGET about a perm. Not to mention, they're the most tedious, time consuming things EVER CREATED. All of us (especially Kendra) almost shot our mannequins. Megan seemed to like it, so we've decided that when we go on the floor in February, if we have a perm and Megan doesn't have a full day, we're giving it to her. Hands down. I was cursing at that head more than I've ever cursed any inanimate object in my LIFE. There were things said that shouldn't be repeated. Even though our teacher (whose name is Melissa Meyer, btw) said it will be easier on actual people, I don't want to risk it. I have a mouth. And my face tells EVERYTHING. So that...will be interesting, to say the least.
Oh...so...before the Perm disaster day happened, we did shampooing and blowdrying. WELL. At this point, we've learned the correct way to shampoo, blowdry and straight iron hair. We'd just had a demo by Eric Fisher (I go to Eric Fisher Academy....) and he was talking all about how we need to focus on learning the correct way, and THEN we can deviate later after we're completely comfortable. So..instead of shampooing on our mannequins, we decided to shampoo each other. So we drew names out of a hat and I got Dajana. So she shampooed me, took me in the room, and started to blowdry. Now, she didn't section my hair correctly nor did she use the right brush for how short my hair is. When I asked her why (very politely, despite my grumpy mood), she said "This is the way I wanna do it" ------ .....okay. So I said nothing else, and when she "finished", I knew my hair wasn't dry. It was starting to curl up and it was visibly still damp. I was like 'Okay, okay...she's bound to put her hands in my hair and notice it's still wet' ---- NOPE. She picks up the 400 degree flat iron and proceeds to try to put it on my head. I FLIPPED a shit, jumped out of the chair and was like "If you put that straight iron on my hair, I swear to God I'll take it to your face." --- (I felt pretty bad after saying this, but the situation was a little...scary. I don't have that much hair anyway, and if she burned it off, I woulda killed her). So my teacher comes over and is like "what's wrong" so I told her, and she was like "holy crap" so she finished my hair herself.
Dajana is one of those girls...who is....really nice, but pretentious. She thinks she's right NO MATTER WHAT. She second guesses everything all the time, she's blatantly rude without necessarily trying to be, and she tells the longest, most drawn-out stories that pertain to NOTHING whatsoever..all the time. It's....ridiculous. *sigh* Oh well..c'est la vie.
I still love my school, regardless.