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Greg tried his best to keep thinking positive, developing a mantra of sorts
to try to maintain his determination to succeed. As long as he can
remember, he seems to have battled discouraging thoughts.
"I'm not going to give up. I'm going to do this," Greg repeatedly thought
to himself, nearly to the point of saying it aloud.
Tisha and Parker, watching from across the table, could tell that Greg was
struggling with the way today's events have played out so far.
"C'mon, Greg. It's going to be ok," Parker reassured.
"Yeah. Besides, we're lab partners. We're here to help," Tisha added with
her perky personality.
"Thanks, you guys," Greg responded. "I know it's going to be ok. It'll work
out. I'll have a talk with my advisor later and figure things out."
The three finished up their lunch and headed back to the school in plenty
of time for cosmetology class. Greg tried to put a positive spin on the
fact that Miss Marlow's presence and policies weren't going to be such a
shock this time around. He and his new-found friends headed to the
appropriate classroom to wait for the instructor's arrival. Greg opted to
check out some of the setup and equipment while he was waiting.
There were materials for a lot of things he didn't even think about when he
signed up for cosmetology. Some he had figured must have been for pampering
and care a little out of the realm of this line of work. But cosmetology is
not just about applying makeup any more. There was what looked like an area
for performing facials, another for waxing, and a third for nail care.
Somewhat concerned about how the teacher might react to seeing him snoop
around, Greg headed to his seat a few minutes before class was scheduled to
begin. He shared some of his findings with Parker and Tisha, explaining his
surprise at some of what he found.
"I guess it allows you to develop different specialties if you prefer,"
Tisha guessed. "But you figure waxing is probably doing brows and removing
unwanted facial hair. What good's the makeup if there's a beard
underneath," she joked.
Then she quickly tried to take back the barb.
"I didn't mean anything by that, Greg. I was just joking about ladies with
facial hair."
The joke didn't even register with Greg. He didn't think for a moment it
was directed his way. But Tisha's sudden sensitive followup made him
realize he, too, might soon be wearing some of the colorful products they
were about to being learning to apply.
That's when he blushed a beet red, but tried to dismiss the whole notion.
He almost stood up to leave. But then Miss Marlow walked into the room.
"Good afternoon, ladies," she said, with a somewhat lighter tone than her
earlier hair styling class.
"She must not be much of morning person," Greg thought to himself, making a
mental note.
"I'm Miss Marlow. Judging by my roster, some of you may already know that.
All but a few, actually, are also taking hair dressing. I am filling in
this semester, teaching one of the three lab sessions in the morning. What
I can tell you is that my policies are pretty much the same here as they
are there: No excuses, no exceptions, meet the requirements for testing and
lab, and everything else on the syllabus and we won't have any problems."
She finished that statement with a glance over at Greg, making her point
once again. She also reitterated her idea for forming groups of three,
allowing the students to sign up into teams. Tisha, Parker and Greg
immediately formed their lab group once again.
"I can also tell you that I will try in every way to make this class
complement the other. We will have some special projects for students
studying both disciplines. With the extra work will come extra rewards. If
you are only studying cosmetology, you will still participate. It just
won't be to the same degree as the girls doing hair and makeup. We'll go
into more detail about this later in the semester when it is relevant."
With that, Miss Marlow began running down through the list of required lab
materials, some extra books she recommended along with the ones on makeup,
skin care, and even human anatomy -- bone structure in particular. Then she
began delivering her tour of the lab, from the makeup application station
to the manicure and pedicure area, finishing where facial waxing is
performed.
"How many of you girls have had anything waxed before?" she asked. "Don't
be shy. No secrets here. I need to know. Eyebrows? Upper lip? Legs? A show
of hands.
"Most of you. Now anyone who hasn't, step forward."
Like a deer caught in the headlights, Greg momentarily froze.
"C'mon. Don't be shy, ladies."
Five or six young women, along with Greg, stepped to the forefront of the
group.
"I have an assignment for you all for this Friday. By the end of the week,
you must get something waxed. Either your eyebrows and upper lip or your
legs. Reason being, you need to know what the customer goes through when
she submits herself to the procedure. You've got to be able to empathize
with the pain you are putting her through when she puts herself in your
hands. Today's Monday. Friday should give you plenty of time to find a
place and get an appointment. I've got a list of places if that's any help.
"And I'll need you to write me a one-page report on the experience."
With that, she passed her list out to the students, quickly peeling the
first copy off the stack and handing it to Greg with a definitive snap.
"The experience will be good for all, and you should enjoy the results,"
Miss Marlow added. But the tour was not quite through.
Opening a drawer, she pulled out some electrical equipment and began
explaining some basic steps in electrolysis.
"Some women may have problems such as nostril hair or recurring nuisances
such as a single hair in the same spot. Or others might hate the thought of
repeated waxing so much, they are willing to undergo a bit more pain to
eliminate problem facial hair for good. We will be studying this quite a
bit before any hands-on training. This is not something you want to make
any mistakes with."
The class was seated once again, and Miss Marlow reviewed the materials
list. She pointed out some rudimentary kids the students were expected to
stock by Wednesday. She also assigned some reading for then, warning that
some of it may be necessary for their lecture class on Tuesday. Along with
the lab class section, Miss Marlow delivers the overall lectures as well.
"Any questions?" she asked, looking toward Greg once again. "Good," she
followed after receiving no remarks.
As the students filed out of the room, Miss Marlow made it a point to
address Greg.
"Oh, Mr. ... uh, Monroe. Have you given any thought to what you will have
waxed yet?" she asked with a straight face.
"Huh uh," was his response.
"Well, remember. Do it by Friday. I don't need you falling behind the other
girls... I mean, the girls."
With that, he could've sworn he saw the beginnings of a snide grin. Was she
doing this to humiliate him, or just drive him away?
Parker and Tisha were waiting for Greg in the hall, and invited him along
to the student break room with them.
As they walked, Tisha asked what Miss Marlow had said. Greg just told her
she was reminding him about the waxing.
"So, what are you going to do?" Parker asked. "Are you going to drop the
class?"
Tisha quickly jumped in, discouraging even thinking about that.
"No, don't quit. What's the big deal? A little waxing doesn't mean
anything. I mean... swimmers shave their legs don't they? The whole
metrosexual thing even has guys doing their brows. She didn't say they had
to be feminine, just waxed. Right? Besides, it's just hair! It'll grow
back. Trust me!," she joked, pointing towards her legs.
When Parker asked if he was quitting, the thought of throwing in the towel
was growing in Greg's mind. But Tisha's little speech may have helped ward
off the idea.
"I dunno what I'm going to do. Like I said, I'll talk to my counselor and
see where things go from there."
The trio sat and had diet colas together, flipping through syllabi and lab
books, feeling a little overwhelmed by all the material.
"Hey, guys. Did either of you notice this?" asked Parker.
She was referring to the list of hair stylist class assignments.
"We will have a 'formal hair event,' whatever that is, in the last week of
school. And in cosmetology, we have a 'formal makeup event' at the same
time. I wonder what that's all about?"
"I don't know. Never heard of it," said Tisha.
"I'll ask about it when I see my advisor. But I can already tell it doesn't
sound good."
Somewhat crestfallen, Greg was pinning a lot of his hopes on his advising
session. He and the girls went their separate ways for the day, with Greg
exchanging phone numbers with them. He then headed off to the
administrative office to track down his advisor. With Ms. Martinez out, he
had no idea who it would be.
"Miss Marlow," was the response from the secretary when he asked who was
assigned to counsel him in place of Ms. Martinez. "Her office is Room #5
down that hall," the woman pointed.
But instead, Greg headed in the opposite direction, heading toward the
cashier's office with a couple of questions.
"What's you policy on refunds?" Greg asked.
"One hundred percent refund up until two weeks before classes start. Fifty
percent until the third week of class. Twenty-five percent through the
fifth week, and no refunds from the sixth week on."
"What about if I want to start next sememster instead of this one?"
If nothing else, Greg was thinking he might benefit from the luck of the
draw. Ms. Martinez won't be back, but there are other sections and other
instructors.
"Sorry. Refund policy is the same."
Then he thought about staying enrolled, but just switching classes.
"Can you tell me if all the hair styling classes are full?"
"We have one with 27 students, so three seats are still available," the
clerk said as he began scrolling down through the rosters on the computer.
"But the other two classes are filled."
"What about cosmetology?" Greg questioned, thinking maybe he would drop one
course but keep the other.
"I don't even have to look to tell you cosmetology filled weeks ago.
There's even a waiting list in case anyone drops out. So if you are going
to do it, the sooner the better for the sake of your refund and for other
students."
"Uh, ok. Thanks. I'm just asking. I'll keep that in mind."
Greg saw himself in a no-win situation. He could afford to throw away all
that money. On top of that, quitting would drive him crazy. He saw no
alternative to going and talking to Miss Marlow. Maybe throwing himself at
her mercy might make a difference, he hoped.
Another soda and a long trip to the bathroom later, Greg reluctantly made
his way toward Room #5. With the door open, he went to tap on the door
frame, only to be interrupted by the teacher's voice.
"I was wondering when you would show up," Miss Marlow remarked as Greg
stood in the doorway to her office.
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