I feel like it isn't easy to be a 44-year-old senior in Cosmetology school (as of next week). Because of the extent of my knowledge on nails,makeup, and color,I get the distinct honour of being talked about behind my back. I get called a loud-mouthed know-it-all. Oh, excuse me, you slow-moving, I-take-2-hours-for-a-haircut-and-STILL-fuck-it-up whores, good luck graduating.
Bitches.
See you in about 2 years when you fuck up so badly that you're forced to do it over and I'M your Educator.