Haircut

Haircuts. I hate them. As a girl with curly hair, haircuts are never a good thing. But I needed one, so I spent Saturday searching for a salon to give me a haircut. Unfortunately the usual master of my hair was booked on Saturday so I had to find an alternate route. The alternate route I picked was the Paul Mitchell school of beauty.

I was scared out of my mind. Perfectly experienced hairstylists have disasterfied my hair before, I couldn't imagine what a student would do with my curls. I was risking my reputation and my self-esteem for a cheap haircut. ;)

Although it took an hour longer than it should've, it was totally worth the experience. I loved observing David, a student, learn new things. I could tell he was nervous, as was I. But that didn't matter. I was able to witness a human being learn a new practice and succeed. It was a beautiful thing - not my hair, silly, the learning. I loved watching David intently observe his teacher and then tentatively follow instructions. I loved watching his face brighten each time he accomplished a new task. I loved how proud he was of my hair when he finished. I wondered how it felt to watch one of your creations walk out of the salon. I'm sure he wanted to stick a label in my hair that said "David cut and styled this." I'm not trying to brag, but that was seriously the look on his face.

I know I am rambling a lot. I am just trying to express how much I love watching people grasp a new concept and then successfully put it to work. Oh, the joy of learning. I love it.

And that's what Jenny thinks.