While talking to my hairstylist, *Jackie, she informed me about the perplexity of finger waving but that it's easy to catch onto after you get the "movement" down. My *Aunt Suzy claimed that finger waving brought frustrated tears to her eyes. I wonder if Brown Aveda will teach me with the aid of a tutorial such as this: http://www.vividinfinity.com/fingerwave/fingerwaving.pdf
I have an associate who began the cosmetology program at the high school about a month ago. *Daisy says that using rollers has been quite a challenge, but she promised to reveal the secrets of how to make this assignment less of a headache.
Almost everyday for the last four months I have made a daily, fifteen minute journey to Cleveland Heights. A chief obstacle to overcome will be getting used to not traveling there everyday.
Cleveland Heights is a quaint niche. The high school is roomy. The buildings have history. Every street appears to be wearing a personality. Lee. South Taylor. East Overlook. Hampshire. Coventry. Queenston. Mayfield. Washington. Superior. Euclid.
I have only been to Mentor a handful of times. The quick surveillance leads me to believe that the town is at least normal. It has schools, a mall, churches, odd street names, etc. Hopefully the people are not as mentally destroyed as the people of Beachwood. That's where I attended high school.
City of Beachwood:
Last population count: 12,186
Total Size: 5.3 square miles
High School: has been rated one of the top 50 in Ohio
Rated in Cleveland Magazine: as the number 1# suburb in 2007
The suburb is eerie no matter what time of day or night. The houses are large and cold. Children and young adults are expected to be uproarious and expressive. Not in Beachwood. A single out of place sound was looked down upon like a bigot whipping his slave. A single out of style accessory was spat on. The icecream truck was asked not to come through this small city because "noise pollution" became a constant complaint. I happen to be one tacky dresser and as much of a pushover as I am, I do like the ring of my own voice sometimes. I also like chaco taco icecream sandwhiches and popsicles. It's apparent that the Beachwood lifestyle is not the one for me.
I have this plan to be like Barbie without the big boobs, guido boyfriend and dream car (unless you consider my Ford with broken turn signals and dents on all the doors a pie in the sky). I want to become a great hairsylist. Have the ability to work with anyones hair at anytime and anyplace (kind of like one of those house doctors). I can leave Beachwood. Refuse the people there. They'll suddenly run to me like a security blanket but I could laugh at them. Those people who called me, "stupid" will feel horrible.
This is only if I can learn finger waving! I am very excited to be taught any pin up style. Did you know I fell in love with fashion upon seeing How to Marry a Millionaire with my mother? Marilyn Monroe revealed my interest in pin up that lives on a decade later.
I will probably read more of the school rules book tonight.
"Living well is the best revenge"- Mother
-M. Junk
<---Downtown Cleveland
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