school is stressful. i dont care what you think, beauty school is a hard. we don't just sit around all day inhaling hairspray and acetone, but we work. we study chemistry, electricity, even anatomy. i can name mostly every bone in the human head, and by the end of my schooling i will know every bone in the body. do you have any idea what your acid mantle is? what about your sebaceous glands? yeah, i didn't think so. at beauty school we gain an entire knowledge not just on how to paint nails, and give old ladies perms, but of the human body. i sometimes feel like i'm in the nursing program. but the most fulfilling part of school is the part where a girl, who's hair you've slaved over for hours, looks in the mirror and has an instant smile. you can almost feel her self esteem rise as she sits a little taller in your chair. that is the most fulfilling part of my nine hour days. but having nine hour days, five days a week, non-stop, gets to me. i haven't been this tired ever. i thought my drill team days were bad. waking up at 5:00 every morning, practicing before school, then going to school, having practice after school, then homework, and a few performances, and then doing it all over again. but everyday i wish i could have those days back. that was nothing. today i took a five hour nap, and it didn't help. probably because a five hour nap is more like a small hibernation.
but today is sunday. i take the saying "sunday is a day of rest" very literal now. without sunday, i would never get the chance to recharge my battery. i would be crawling to school with stanky breath and bags the size of air balloons under my eyes. but thankfully, sunday saves me every week. i forget about my worries, i catch up on my sleep, and my spirit get the best of me. i feel ready. ready to do it all over again. when we visited the mormon battalion in san diego, the people in the video reenactment inspired me. when the prophet was martyred, and the members of the church were forced to move, to deal with heart break, confusion, hard work, and struggles, they didn't complain. their only comment was... "we chose to be happy." they chose. they weren't forced, they weren't talked into it. they CHOSE to be happy.
thats what i'm doing. choosing to be happy. i may be tired, and burned out at the end of every week. but life is too beautiful to let it pass without enjoying every minute of it. so i'm going to take it day by day, hope for the best, expect the best, and be the best i can be.
i want a blue sequin jumpsuit
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