All of this pressure is driving me wild.

Just a few random things :) In my esthetics class we weren't allowed to shave anything. I know, it sounds crazy, but it was literally against the rules because we needed to practice waxing on each other all the time. But I figured that because the semester is almost over that I could just shave my legs. SCARIEST THING EVER!!! I felt like I was twelve years old again! I was so afraid of cutting myself!! Isn't it strange, I am so much less afraid of waxing than shaving!!! Just thought I would share my childish moment of the weekend.
I feel that I should also share THE WORST MOMENT OF MY WHOLE LIFE. On Thursday, the esthetics lab was a little swamped, so our class was volunteered to come and help them. No big deal, right. WRONG. I'm sure none of you remember the whole Sarah Seastrand ordeal, so let me remind you. She was talking shit about me any moment that she could. Saying I was pregnant, telling my teachers that my 'boyfriend' did drugs, the whole bit. Awkward, she was there in the class. And it really wasn't that busy, so while the girls that are REALLY in the class were sitting around while I did a chin wax and back wax (the clogger was sitting around in the other class pretending to do homework) but so then we're sitting around afterwards, just me a couple teachers and Sarah. So my teacher volunteers me, once again, to wax Sarah's arm. Because she was unaware that I have a huge grudge against her. THEN, after putting away my pride and talking to her, I'm halfway done when the teacher asks me, ONCE AGAIN, to do something else. A pedicure, no biggie, right? WRONG. This man is HOMELESS. And has FOOT FUNGUS. My teachers reaction to it... wear gloves. What the hell? The whole time, I'm livid because in a real salon I would be like gtfo of my salon. And the irony of this whole thing is that earlier that day I was saying how after I'm out of school I'm never doing pedicures because they aren't worth my time. Then I get the nastiest one ever. And he was a weirdo, he had like really bad sores in between some of his toes and I think that's why he came in for a pedicure. He thought I could cure it and he wouldn't have to pay a doctors bill. So every step I did he was like, can you put that in between those toes?? Like to the scrub and everything, he wanted it in between his toes. And I was NOT about to touch in between those toes!!!! EVERY TWO SECONDS I HAD TO TELL HIM THAT NO I WAS NOT ABOUT TO PUT ANYTHING IN BETWEEN HIS TOES. It was a piece of shit. Moral of the story: stop donating money to homeless people because all they do with it is torture me by getting pedicures. Ugh, couldn't change my gloves enough or use enough hand sanitizer. Forever later and I still feel dirty.
On Friday my teacher basically gave us the best lesson ever. I wish all of you could just know Joyce, she's this adorable old woman, super conservative, super loving, amazing woman. And on Friday she was telling us about how life is too short to not live your dreams and to try everything and do what you make yourself happy. If she knew yolo she would have added that in. I love Joyce. So she inspired me. Cidesco certification here I come.... I'm gonna be in school forever.