Actual Beginnings vs. Training to Begin

So, in mid July I got a letter from Pivot Point saying that I'd be required to do orientation on August 2nd (today). I put the letter on my desk and remembered easily that today was orientation. Last night I checked the letter to see what time I should show up. It didn't have a time. I had the Goblin (my SO) check. It oddly still didn't have a time. Since it was ~8pm, I decided that I'd have to go to bed early so that I could get up in time to make it there by 9am. Luckily I had a rare moment of wisdom and called before I left the house. Apparently it's at 5pm... an odd time. 


So now my nervousness isn't just present, it's sharpened into a fine edge blade. I had a nightmare last night about getting asked my first day to come up in front of the class and do some simple hair thing, braiding, I think, and I had no idea how. I'm a bit worried about that, actually. Most of my peers will be young women who, traditionally, are taught about beauty regimens by their mothers. I lack, almost entirely, any pre-knowledge regarding anything involving cosmetology. Though, I've likely dyed more hair than most of them, so I suppose that's a slight advantage. I've even got hair bleaching horror stories (that I must never tell my customers) that I can make them laugh with. 

I begin school in earnest in a week. Actually, in exactly one week, I'll have been in my first class for two minutes already. Oh god. oh god. 

I'll let you know how orientation went later. For now, back to bed.