Junk Gets The Jitters

In 2 weeks and 6 1/2 days, I will be treading into the Brown Aveda Institute with heavy legs and a lump in my throat for the first time.
I just found out on the 20th, there is an orientation. I am going to meet the other ladies in the November 2009-August 2010 class and try on my uniform.
People are going to see that weird pin-up chick and frankly, I'm a little flustered.
It's 10 months with barely any breathing room. Being surrounded by folks who dislike you can be almost suicidal in a situation like that.
I mean, as much as I was made fun of in high school, at least it was only five days a week for six hours. This is five days a week, 9-5 in a city a good forty five minute drive away.
Well, all I know right now is these two young hens-to-be are hanging over my counter. They keep breaking out into random tittering. They also keep asking me if I have merchandise that we obviously don't have. Both of them need better hairspray and less spray tanning oils covering themselves.
Next blog? My list of fashion pet peeves.
And of course I will let you know how the orientation goes the second I have the opportunity.

"If you're not just a little bit nervous before a match, you probably don't have the expectations of yourself that you should have"-Hale Irwin

-M.Junk