Haaa I wish I could say it was because I just always REALLY! LOVED! DOING! HAIR! Actually, I’d never even touched anyone else’s hair before that.
The truth is that I was living in my mother’s house at the time and sort of desperately trying to find a Career Path. I’d already tried college (I was originally going into nursing (which, side-note, apparently nurse-to-hairdresser is a well-worn path), but after a semester wasn’t sure that was right for me, and I pretty much fucked up my second semester so I lost my scholarship and ended up idling around my local community college the next few years not really going to class at all, but I had a great time in the theater department!
Anyway, I’d had a few short-lived jobs (Wal-Mart, diner waitress) but nothing that I could really turn into a Career, y’know? And I desperately needed some hope that I’d become a Productive Member Of Society if only so that I could move out someday. My mom had actually brought up beauty school a couple of times and I decided to finally look into it.
The closest school (the one that I ended up going to) was relatively inexpensive so I didn’t have to worry too much about the cost, and the bulk of that tuition actually went to providing the students with everything we would need to get right to work in a salon after graduation. I didn’t actually go into it thinking it was something I’d absolutely love to do, but rather it was something that I could do.
Obviously I did end up being far more passionate about it than I thought I would be – particularly about the science side of things. I still only feel like I’m relatively competent at it, but that’s partly because I still don’t have much practical experience and also I have a lot of anxiety about people trusting me to do something as important????? as change their hair?????? that I never quite got the chance to work through since I had so few actual clients at the salon I worked at.
(I say “salon” singular, but it was actually three different salons, just all under the same chain)