He was my boss until we moved almost a year ago.
He is there every single day, and he is turning 84 this year.
His sweet wife is there almost just as much.
I had the opportunity to work at The Barber School in Midvale, UT for a year and a half. I had originally applied to be the secretary for a few months until I had my baby, but they said I was over qualified (say goodbye to the easy job!) and they wanted me to help teach. I hadn't ever taught before, but I loved it. I got my own classroom with my own students. I was able to teach students how to cut hair, hands on with clients. I was able to teach students how to make their business succeed. I was able to teach students how to study and how to pronounce words like staphylococci and cysteine. I was able to teach students how to keep a conversation while performing a precision haircut. I was able to rub shoulders with a world renowned tonsorial artist and learn new techniques and skills for myself along the way.
I ended up loving the people I worked for, and the goals that we were striving to achieve. I loved the energy of being in the barbering education system and seeing students celebrate as they passed test after test until they finally graduated as a barber. I loved it so much I didn't quit when little miss G came along as I had originally planned, I was able to work a few hours a week while she was tiny.
I often find myself thinking about my time at the barber school and the things I learned and saw. The thing that has been going through my mind quite a bit lately (which inspired this post) is from Mr. Hite's wife, Lynell. She often said, "It will all work out, it always does." That's a piece of advice that I know will be in my mind for the rest of my life. To look towards the positive side of life and keep on keepin' on. I know it was no coincidence that I found the ad listing for a secretarial position and it turned out to be a barber school searching for an instructor. My time there was an opportunity of a lifetime, and I loved it all so much that I let it take a little piece of my heart and keep it forever.
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