- ABOUT US
By Karlie Tipton
March 1, 2012
When I first announced to my parents that I would be going to esthetician school, their response was simply “Why?” I had just graduated from the University of Oklahoma with a journalism degree, so I can understand their confusion. But I knew what I was doing (I think).
Although I don’t always look like it, my dream is to work for a beauty magazine like Allure or Glamour or to be a copywriter for a major cosmetics company. I knew that I had the interest I needed—my fiancé will attest to the ridiculous size of my makeup collection, which would easily fill three or four suitcases, although I would never carry them in such an uncaring manner—and I had the background in writing. However, in order to land a job that thousands of other beauty junkies would also be vying for, I recognized that I would have to do something special to make myself stand above the masses.
So, in July of this past year, I enrolled in Francis Tuttle’s esthetics program and hoped for the best.
It was a little difficult at first. Not the coursework necessarily—giving and receiving facials, doing makeup, and ripping out excessive body hair are quite relaxing—but being surrounded by high school students after four years. For the first time in my life, I felt old. When a girl would discuss staying up until 2 a.m. because she was at the club (“Are you even old enough to be at the club, young lady?”, I wondered), I was tired just thinking about it. When one of the teens talked about being suspended because she wouldn’t give up her phone, I immediately sided with her teacher. When the only discussion I could hear during our practice time was about the upcoming weekend’s activities—which, by the way, starts on Tuesday, when the novelty of the previous weekend has worn off—I couldn’t help but feel sad that, for some, going to a party was literally the most important thing in the world.
Needless to say, I did not make many friends for a while. But after a couple of weeks, I realized that there are dedicated adults in the program who want to better themselves, just like me. So I stuck with them, and things got better. And, to be honest, sometimes it’s amusing to hear some of the problems I thought were the end of the world as experienced by someone else, especially now that I know better. But most of the time, it doesn’t hurt that our brush machines are particularly loud.