Yesterday I attended four hours of orientation. Myself, and about 30 other students were ushered into an upstairs classroom by the ebullient Aveda staff. Seven or eight female employees led us through a slide show explaining our curriculum and class policies. All the women have titles like "director of something" or "something administrator". They're all very pretty, endearingly plump, and have amazing hair. They spent the first part of the morning introducing themselves, explaining how they ended up at Aveda, and why they love their jobs. To me this portion felt more like a demonstration of how fun and quirky everyone thought themselves to be. Their tame and silly anecdotes were received with uproarious laughter from both their coworkers and my soon to be classmates. One director-of-something woman used the phrase "easy peasy!" like eight times (silver lining: she only finished with "lemon squeezy" once). I caught myself scanning the room a couple times to see if anyone else didn't find their antics roll-on-the floor hysterical. No dice. But despite my hesitation to share in their laughing gas, I believe their gregariousness and indisputable efforts to make us feel comfortable were genuine. Their attempts were appreciated.
My classmates are mostly young girls, as I had anticipated. A lot of them are really pretty, like really really pretty. I would like to think of myself as a wise and well-traveled 25 year old who is educated and compassionate, and isn't intimidated by a bunch of hot chicks with impeccable makeup... but maybe I'm not. I met a couple people that I thought could become my class friends. One of the very few boys in my class was nice, calm, and a few years older than me. I also liked this really badass girl who just moved from Alaska where she had been working the fishing seasons. She has "sink" and "swim" knuckle tattooes.
Overall, my classes seem interesting and fast-paced. We participate in some cool charitable events too, like Locks of Love. I'm nervous that I'm the only one who has absolutely zero base knowledge of all things hair or makeup (a lot of people have backgrounds in dance and theatre), but I'm probably not the only one who feels that way. Just have to keep my carpal tunnel in check and this should prove to be a pretty fun endeavor.
My classmates are mostly young girls, as I had anticipated. A lot of them are really pretty, like really really pretty. I would like to think of myself as a wise and well-traveled 25 year old who is educated and compassionate, and isn't intimidated by a bunch of hot chicks with impeccable makeup... but maybe I'm not. I met a couple people that I thought could become my class friends. One of the very few boys in my class was nice, calm, and a few years older than me. I also liked this really badass girl who just moved from Alaska where she had been working the fishing seasons. She has "sink" and "swim" knuckle tattooes.
Overall, my classes seem interesting and fast-paced. We participate in some cool charitable events too, like Locks of Love. I'm nervous that I'm the only one who has absolutely zero base knowledge of all things hair or makeup (a lot of people have backgrounds in dance and theatre), but I'm probably not the only one who feels that way. Just have to keep my carpal tunnel in check and this should prove to be a pretty fun endeavor.
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