We’re Always Running Away from Something

In life, everyone has gone to a school or job they hated. We’ve all been in relationships that we wanted to get out of. Sometimes, or perhaps most of the time, we run away from something and then get into a situation that is just as bad or worse.

Case in point. Ever since I left high school, I went from one dead end job to another. I was always thinking, there must be a better job out there for me. I could never get a better job, because I didn’t really have much of an education.

When I was in high school, somebody decided I had learning disabilities, and put me in a program called RSP. This screws a person up completely, because they put you in all these remedial classes, and therefore are never college material. When I graduated high school, if I wanted to go to college, I’d have to start over again at the bottom, and try to make up the classes I didn’t take.

I went to a community college, and tried to get into some program. However, I just felt it was taking forever to accomplish anything.

So, I’d go back to work. I worked as a nanny, and I worked different jobs in offices. Deep down inside, I was never really happy. As hard as I worked, all the employers ever seemed to see, was every nit-picking thing I was doing wrong.

One day, I went to get a facial and the woman collected 125 dollars from me, for less than an hour worth of work. When I left, I said to myself, I can do that kind of work. So, I looked into some Esthetician programs in my area, and found one that was relatively inexpensive and close to where I live.

When I started the program, I met a lot of other women I really connected with. Never in my entire life did I have so many friends, or people who really liked or respected me. It was incredible! The first few weeks of training consisted of the teacher demonstrating esthetic procedures, and then we’d practice on each other. After the initial training phase was over, the training became really boring.

Everyday from noon to five, we had to do these procedures on doll heads. I would vent my frustration to anyone who would listen. I would moan and groan about what a waste of time it was. It wasn’t long before I was looking to transfer to another school.

I called around and visited some other schools. The first thing I asked, was whether or not they played with doll heads five hours a day. All of the other schools said, no. That sounded good to me. So, I picked a school and transferred out.

The training at the new school was better, but not much better. Certainly not worth the difference of cost from the first school. Though I was no longer working on doll heads, I found myself among a very different group of students. They were basically a group of people who though they were still in high school, complete with cliques and gossip and the whole nine yards.

In class, when I would ask questions.