This is one paragraph from my book A Hairdresser’s Diary. To set the stage I was still in hairdressing school.
Next, it was my turn to volunteer to be a guinea pig. Until now, I had never been to a hairdresser. Only my mother and I had ever cut or curled my hair. I started watching students closely, to decide which one of them I was willing to trust. I wanted one of the new haircuts that were very popular in all the fashion magazines. Shaggy bangs were everywhere and I had not had bangs since I was a kid. I liked them and wanted to be the first in our class. I thought Evelyn was my best bet so I volunteered to be her model. Her specialty was going to be in artistic cutting. She would be able to create the cut that was different, one created with scissors and a razor, giving the bangs a very attractive shaggy look. Ready for the transformation, I was a bit apprehensive, but still excited. Evelyn was very pleased she was going to do a cut that none of us had attempted before. Everyone in our class surrounded us, watching as Evelyn made the first cuts with her scissors. Evelyn asked if I was happy with the length and I nodded, my head yes. As I nodded Evelyn made her first cut with the razor and sliced a huge piece out of my bangs. My long shaggy bangs were now a two-inch uneven fringe in the middle of my forehead. Evelyn had forgotten to put the razor guard on, protecting both her fingers and my hair from such a dramatic cutting mistake. I could hear gasps and see the shock on the faces of the other students. I heard one of the students say “Oh my gawd, what happened?” I looked in the mirror and horror spread over my face. I felt like I was going to cry. This was not easily fixable! Suggestions would have been appreciated but none were forthcoming.