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I miss Grammie and Beepa. I cant wait to see them when they get back =)

My First Week

I went in on Tuesday a bit nervous. Once I got there things felt a little better. There are only 12 people in my class which makes it easy to get one on one time with the instructor, Miss Erica. There was about 3 people there that I already knew some how from High School. We were supposed to get our kits on Tuesday but they didn't come because of the holiday and weather. Then they came in on Wednesday but at the very end of class. Finally on Thursday we got our kits and it took about an hour and a half to open everything. It was like Christmas all over again. =)I got 8 very large and heavy books and luckily a back pack came with everything else. It's a lot of fun but also very hard. Harder then I expected but it's okay because I really want to do this =).
For those of you who wanted me to cut and color you hair and such....I cannot unless you come in to the Empire School. Because I am considered an apprentice, it is against the law to perform such things while my instructor isn't supervising me. If state board found out that I did perform such a service like that then the state of NH wouldn't terminate me from ever getting a cosmetology license.

My first test is tomorrow. I'm feeling pretty good about it. Luckily all my tests and exams will be multiple choice. Even my state boards! That takes a lot of stress off my shoulders.

Last Day

I'm sitting here in one of my High Schools study rooms. Today I feel more focused on emotion than actually graduating. Because I know I'm graduating and today is my last day. I have a weird feeling of emptiness, like a feeling as if I'll never see this place again or the people in it. I know that's not true though. I can't let it be true.
One day earlier this week and girl who is also graduating early said to me, 'Isn't it wierd that we are ending high school? Isn't it wierd that we are basically ending our life?" I was shocked by this because I have never thought of it as ending my life. I've always thought of it as just beginning my life. Or my adult life I should say. It's been replaying in my head and I'm not sure why.
I hope I don't cry. I dont want my mascara to run.