Personal Narrative: My Interview With Cosmetologist

My alarm went off at 6:30 I clicked snooze and got off the couch and went upstairs to the bed and laid back down. Then I plugged my phone up into my charger and set my alarm for 7:25 and went back to sleep. When it went off again to wake me up and I got up and went straight to my mom to remind her that I'm going out of town for the weekend and she asked me about everything again to make sure everything was okay and reminded me about my orthodontist appointment. So, I ran my shower picked out my outfit for the day and then jumped in the shower, then when I got out my momma was asking me where her phone was. I said it was on the bed, she said no it was not and then I called her phone and walked out to the ironing board. That's when she found it and I asked for my card once again and she gave it to me and said don’t spend all your money now.

“How can I be good again? I just lost my wife and son in a car accident. There's nothing in life that can cheer me up. I have become an alcoholic who is now jobless.” I said. My Therapist, Dr. Newman, told me “Trust me, Mr. Smith. Only time can heal your wounds if you allow it to. Well, that's the end of the session, and I want to recall the accident that occurred so we can talk about it tomorrow.”

My current resident assistant was unavailable to interview because he is usually a very busy and had a deadline coming up tomorrow, so instead I interviewed an RA that was working at the Willkie. His name was Vasu and he was super open with me about being an RA. He was really honest too, he said that the process of becoming an RA was and is hard and that it is a very competitive process.

One of the best things that my wife and I ever did was go to massage therapy and holistic health practitioner school together. Coming out of the Marine Corps, I originally was going to CMT & HHP School so I could get a job at a spa or chiropractic office while I focused on obtaining my bachelors degree in organizational leadership. My wife also wanted a change. She was being worked to death and making very little money as a caregiver. Our thought was if we were going to do a physically demanding job and also be able to actually facilitate individual’s healing, we might as well make good money doing it. Going to school together, learning about holistic health and the power of touch, made our relationship incredibly strong. My opinion it is also what saved me and brought me out of

My life changed when I was in seventh grade when I got my braces. Since I was in seventh grade, I was twelve years old and lived in Granite City, Illinois. However, my Orthodontist worked in Glen Carbon. It was a very difficult journey yet, I did it happily as well as willingly. I wouldn’t change my experience at all, the Orthodontist was very nice along with his assistants so it made it even easier for me.

As I pulled into the rehabilitation center’s parking lot Monday afternoon I couldn't wait to get inside and feel the breeze of the air conditioning as I escaped from the 95 degree blazing hot weather outside. I was very anxious because I wasn’t sure how this interview would go, let alone if it would happen. I wasn't certain the physical therapist I was going to interview would have time to fit me in. I was up the night before trying to figure out what I wanted to learn from this interview and what kind of questions I would ask. I decided to focus my questions towards the physical therapist I have been shadowing to get to know more about him and his experiences with the job. So far through out my research I have been focusing on the physical therapists and their relationships with patients. I wanted my readers learn more about the person who is caring for these patients and what goes on that patients do not see.

I told a massage therapist today that I haven’t had a lot of time for self-care because I have a three year old and a ten month old. She laughed and said on my behalf, “Self-care? WHAT’S THAT?!”

I've been clean from self harm for quite a few months now and I'm not sure how I feel anymore

I have always enjoyed helping people who are less fortunate. I am the type of person who volunteers to read to children who are alone during certain holidays. But one specific even completely changed how I want to help people. In June 2011, I moved back to Colorado and decided to pursue a career in cosmetology. It was a lot of fun and I definitely had a knack for it, but I always felt like something was missing. To me, it honestly started to get kind of boring but I continued my education and continued to thrive in my success as a Paul Mitchell Cosmetology Student. On Feburary 3rd 2012 I had a very important cutting assessment, and it would also be the day I got an emergency called that changed everything. I got an emergency call during my

You have actually been battling your natural hair appearance given that grade school-- specifically if you were born with curls if you're anything like me. From flat-irons to keratin treatments and numerous dollars worth of correcting serums, you have actually attempted it all and after experimentation, discovered your tailored trick to semi-smooth hair. Years into my charm editor profession, I had my anti-curly hair session down pat. I 'd get a blowout as soon as a week and do everything in my power making it last, even if that implied going and evading exercises through dry hair shampoo much faster than water. In reality, the majority of my colleagues believed I had straight hair. I did it due to the fact that I believed smooth hair made me look more expert-- and, well, prettier. Till one lazy day when I let my curls do their thing, and-- await it-- I got more compliments than I might count. Right here, how falling for my curls-- specifically throughout the summertime-- has actually streamlined my regular and enhanced my self-confidence.

Life is constantly changing. Sometimes its big ways, but the majority happens little by little. One example in my life, slowly changed how I thought about other people. This was when I had my braces for about 5 years. In the beginning, I had to go through a surgery to expose a tooth. I saw absolutely no reason why I had to get my teeth corrected which I thought was just a cosmetic issue. Because of this thinking, I was pretty grumpy towards my orthodontist and his staff. About a year and a half, something just clicked and I realized it wasn't their fault for doing their job. If there was anybody to blame it would be my parents and there was no way I would be difficult towards them. I decided to start being polite to my orthodontist and would

I spent an hour on google trying to find information about myself. To my surprise the only thing that I found was related to my education and my current job title such as, the trade school that I graduated from and all of my experience in the Dental field. Years ago when I was searching for a job in my current field as a Dental Hygiene Coordinator I created a Linkedin profile and uploaded my resume so employers could see my qualifications for possible employment. I was relieved to find such little results when googling my name because in December of 2012 I was pulled over and arrested for a DUI. I was worried that when I put Stephanie Reinhart into the google search engine my arrest record was going to be the first thing that showed up.

I get to my dream duffel and start to pull my hair things out. There is so many bumps. I quickly pull the hairspray out. The can was as cold as ice cream on a hot summer day. I take the cap off and spray it all over my head.

I remember a lot of things about that day. I remember how sore my feet were from my heels. My mother and grandmother thought I would look like ‘eye candy’ if I did. For it being my first day at the Montgomery Standard, I wanted to look my best. I was also considering the fact that I was one of 12 women that worked there.

I feel my hands cling to the armrests of my fake leather passenger seat. Sweat travels down my neck and shoulders, collecting at the base of my back. I roll down my window to try and feel a breeze on my face; it helps with the nausea. David pulls onto the main street in town and stops at a traffic light. He starts a conversation about the new Chinese place opening up on the corner, “Oriental Pearl” I think it’s called. I pretend to listen to him rant about his critique of ethnic food restaurants in Pine Creek, adding a “mmhm” here and there. There are only a few more blocks to go until we reach my dental practice. I can make it. My breathing quickens as a fire truck speeds by us, its siren blaring. The sound sets my teeth on edge.