A beginning

Hello. Forgive the terrible blog title: puns are, apparently, a great and time-honored cosmetology tradition. From 'The Cutting Edge" to "Great Lengths", a huge amount of salons commit heinous crimes against comedy and the English language. I'm Keith and I'm planning on attending cosmetology school in August. I decided to blog about my experience after my initial interview at the school that I shared with a young woman who was just finishing high school. You see, I'm not the traditional beauty school enrollee: I'm 35, white, straight and a man. It's still a couple of months off, but I'm already starting to get a bit nervous. I haven't attended school of any kind since 1996 when I failed out of my second semester of community college.

I'm not dumb, I just had a really hard time concentrating on school while working. Well, that's not entirely true. I had a really hard time concentrating on going to class. I went to school, but I spent most of my time at school the first semester working to become editor in chief of the school paper, and then the second semester becoming general manager of the radio station. I ended up with a 1.0, a GPA so shamefully low as to usually lead me to deny attending college entirely. 

So it's not like my nervousness is without merit. I genuinely could fuck it up. What adds to the whole worry thing is that I've had to take out student loans for school and I've been without work for the last 8 months. I used to work for a software company doing telephone technical support, but my attendance there, too, was lacking. Genuinely, this was because of various health problems mostly related to my insomnia, but it too lends credence to my fears. 

All in all, though, I look forward to it.