My life..
I have a story to share. I like to think this story incredible. Almost fantasy like. Moving! Read on, and enjoy .
It all started when I was in Kinder-Care..
I was about 4 years old, and I absolutely detested having bangs. Afterall, they are for little girls, aren't they? I gathered a group of girls and led them into the bathroom for consultation. We decided I should chop all of our bangs off. The little geniuses that we were, we managed to accuire scissors and sneak them in the ladiesroom. Makes one wonder...Anyway! I proceeded to cut my bangs off beginning and the scalp, and helped myself to the other girls bangs also..needless to say, my mother was livid, especially because picture day was about a week away. I think that picture of me has got to be the cutest.
I then went through a phase of cutting my Barbie Dolls' hair into bobs, crew cuts, electric shock cuts, etc. Being a single mother, my mom wasn't too pleased with that either. What is wrong with Aimee and her scissors, she wondered. After she found all my mangled Barbie heads, she dragged me into the kitchen by my hair and pretended to cut my hair, and i screamed and screamed. If I was getting a haircut, I was doing it myself, dammit!
I always had very long hair, a little longer that the mid of my back. I experimented in Kool-Aid, Manic Panic, household bleach and peroxide. Amazing what a little color can do to your look, AND YOUR PERSONALITY!
In the eighth grade, I had it cut to my chin, and my fascination with hair only grew. Shortly after, I had my hair cut into a pixie cut. I then started sitting on my bedroom floor, surrounding myself with differently angled mirrors. It took me about three hours the first time I cut my hair, but I have to say, GIRL, THAT SHIT LOOKT GOOOD. I got it down to about 30 minutes to cut my hair, and then I just stopped caring and hacked away whenever I felt the need, with or without a mirror.
I've always had some strange force beckoning me to go into the field of hair. It's just always fascinated me for some reason. It's been the one and only thing I've ever wanted to be/do (besides the 5 year's old dreams of being a princess, a motorcycle driver and a singer).
I've never known how to go about pursuing this dream, and I've never been financially able to enroll in a hair institute. So, my dream has always been held on the back burner, burning away at my heart and soul.
I met a boy, moved to Richmond from Norfolk, got a job at a salon, started apprenticing..and
on Monday I enrolled in cosmetology school! I bought my books yesterday! It's official, it's official. I'M A STUDENT! A COSMETOLOGY STUDENT! I was reading my book last night and the beginning said something about "You're probably amazed you've finally got enough courage to enroll. You may be stuneed that your dreams are finally coming true" and I was like OHMIGOD THAT'S ME, THAT'S ME.
Basically, you guys, I'm the happiest girl in the whole world right now. I'm doing the only thing I have ever wanted to do, and I'm doing it all on my own. I got the apprenticeship all on my own (and I must say it's an awesome salon), I saved money for books and registration all on my own, and I'm doin, I'm fucking doin it all on my own. This all may be real cheesy and corny to you all, but oh my fucking god, I'm getting there.
In less than a year, I will graduate school. In a year in ten months October 10, 2005 to be exact, my apprenticeship will be over and I will be taking my State Board Exam. I am so positive that I will pass, that by Christmas next year, I will be a stylist, and I will be cutting YOUR hair. So, watch out, I'm coming.
I'M SO EXCITED!!!
It all started when I was in Kinder-Care..
I was about 4 years old, and I absolutely detested having bangs. Afterall, they are for little girls, aren't they? I gathered a group of girls and led them into the bathroom for consultation. We decided I should chop all of our bangs off. The little geniuses that we were, we managed to accuire scissors and sneak them in the ladiesroom. Makes one wonder...Anyway! I proceeded to cut my bangs off beginning and the scalp, and helped myself to the other girls bangs also..needless to say, my mother was livid, especially because picture day was about a week away. I think that picture of me has got to be the cutest.
I then went through a phase of cutting my Barbie Dolls' hair into bobs, crew cuts, electric shock cuts, etc. Being a single mother, my mom wasn't too pleased with that either. What is wrong with Aimee and her scissors, she wondered. After she found all my mangled Barbie heads, she dragged me into the kitchen by my hair and pretended to cut my hair, and i screamed and screamed. If I was getting a haircut, I was doing it myself, dammit!
I always had very long hair, a little longer that the mid of my back. I experimented in Kool-Aid, Manic Panic, household bleach and peroxide. Amazing what a little color can do to your look, AND YOUR PERSONALITY!
In the eighth grade, I had it cut to my chin, and my fascination with hair only grew. Shortly after, I had my hair cut into a pixie cut. I then started sitting on my bedroom floor, surrounding myself with differently angled mirrors. It took me about three hours the first time I cut my hair, but I have to say, GIRL, THAT SHIT LOOKT GOOOD. I got it down to about 30 minutes to cut my hair, and then I just stopped caring and hacked away whenever I felt the need, with or without a mirror.
I've always had some strange force beckoning me to go into the field of hair. It's just always fascinated me for some reason. It's been the one and only thing I've ever wanted to be/do (besides the 5 year's old dreams of being a princess, a motorcycle driver and a singer).
I've never known how to go about pursuing this dream, and I've never been financially able to enroll in a hair institute. So, my dream has always been held on the back burner, burning away at my heart and soul.
I met a boy, moved to Richmond from Norfolk, got a job at a salon, started apprenticing..and
on Monday I enrolled in cosmetology school! I bought my books yesterday! It's official, it's official. I'M A STUDENT! A COSMETOLOGY STUDENT! I was reading my book last night and the beginning said something about "You're probably amazed you've finally got enough courage to enroll. You may be stuneed that your dreams are finally coming true" and I was like OHMIGOD THAT'S ME, THAT'S ME.
Basically, you guys, I'm the happiest girl in the whole world right now. I'm doing the only thing I have ever wanted to do, and I'm doing it all on my own. I got the apprenticeship all on my own (and I must say it's an awesome salon), I saved money for books and registration all on my own, and I'm doin, I'm fucking doin it all on my own. This all may be real cheesy and corny to you all, but oh my fucking god, I'm getting there.
In less than a year, I will graduate school. In a year in ten months October 10, 2005 to be exact, my apprenticeship will be over and I will be taking my State Board Exam. I am so positive that I will pass, that by Christmas next year, I will be a stylist, and I will be cutting YOUR hair. So, watch out, I'm coming.
I'M SO EXCITED!!!