A mind of jumbled weeks, has it truly been five weeks since the start of classes? *sigh of amazement* Five weeks have come and gone, and we have now plunged straight into finals week. Flash cards, notes written on hands for reminders throughout the day, coffee and highlighters scatter the table.

This week has been a week of reminders. Tuesday, consisted of leaving my headlights on in my car, resulting in a dead battery on a cold, rainy day. Wednesday was Hippie day,

which brought out the amazing reminder of how much I adore hippie, natural, earthy looks. Thursday brought the awaited day of my hair finally going all the way blonde after a much awaited two weeks. And today. Today brought a flurry of deep conditioning treatments, study sessions with flashcard flipping and the circle of influence.
Next week is a week that makes us all tremble in our boots just thinking about. Tuesday we drag our girl model in to perform a stimulated perm, color, highlight weave and shampoo and blow dry. This is not supposed to be a enjoyable experience for our poor models, this is for us to get it done as fast and efficiently as possible.

I felt like a Venus Fly Trap, luring my model into doing this gigantic favour for me by offering a Starbucks and a lovely lunch. Joking of course, I'm trying to convince myself that she'll have a swell time. *hopeful look*
Wednesday we bring in our male models for their haircut. We all are frightful of this procedure. I've told my model to not just be afraid for his hair, but for his life. For you see, we do not just use clippers with guards, or course not! Much too simple!

We enjoy living life on the edge by learning to use clippers without the guard, which presents a more difficult and challenging result. *slight hyperventilation*
Can you tell that the fear of finals has set in at this corridor?