The last 11 months have changed my life completely.
A little over a year ago, I found out that my recently acquired Quebec barber license would not transfer to Illinois. I was devastated. You see, I had just spent thousands of dollars and a great many hours becoming a barber, and found that I loved it. Back to the drawing board.
Unfortunately, here in Illinois, getting a barber license takes about $10,000 and 1500 hours. Gulp.
During these last 11 months in school, I have polished my skills, convinced my boss at my shop (I have been working the front desk there for awhile now) that we needed a Facebook/social media strategy and designated overseer for our 6 Chicago shop pages and that I could do a good job of it, started this here blog, started submitting my writing to other, bigger blogs (and the first three have been accepted!), started my product line (out soon on my Etsy shop!) and began work on the Leave Me to My Projects book.
The barber school is not like an actual school, it is essentially a barber shop where we don’t get paid. As in, when it’s slow, and you’re there for 12 hours a day, you have a lot of time to kill. I killed my time in the classroom, which is usually used for studying, sleeping, or playing poker. It is also the only place in the building where the unsecured Wifi from the bar next door gets decent reception.
So let me show you what I have been up to while this blog has been taking shape. This is my undercover adventure of a girl in barber school – 1 of 2 in a school of 40-something students, and the first to graduate the school.
My Cuts & Clients
My Fellow Inmates
The Quiet Moments
A Day In the Life of the Barbershop
Crafting in the Barbershop
I learned a lot at the good old Barber Academy.
Thanks to the great teachers who would not let a substandard cut out the door (better than you can say for most professional barbershops). Thanks to my fellow students for both keeping me sane and making me crazy, while showing me some sick new tricks to take back to my shop. Thanks to the clients who came back to see me over and over again, especially the ones who weren’t creepy about it (like the moaning dude).
Thanks for all of the time I had during the slow days to think and work and give shape to the dream I have for my life and my family’s life. This blog sprung out of my time there, and for that I am incredibly grateful.
While it took nearly a year out of my life, I’m not upset about having had to go to school all over again. It was worth it. And it was a blast. Most of the time.
I’ll say one thing. I now know the bounty that CVS dumpsters can hold. Jack-pot yo.
And now I get to work here!