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As I read through past posts, taking note of how long it’s been since my last entry and everything that’s taken place at BS since, I’m comparing early optimism to my current state of mind. I’m now less than 50 days away from my last day at BS. Time has surely passed with a quickness. I graduate in a few weeks, a nice official gesture by the school but for the cost of tuition, it seems only right to rent out a large facility and make a big deal out of this “accomplishment”, given all other external impressions it leaves on the psyche, they will not fail to impress the family and friends of the students, of that I’m certain. BS is damn good at impressions, that’s for sure.
Miss Tanna left her class in the hands of a sweet, mothering type who has a long running career in the teaching industry. She’s witty and energetic while on the brink of retirement. She’s also working with an abundance of outdated knowledge not entirely applicable to our BS experience. She’s not familiar with the school’s current skin care line but a huge fan of its older, now extinct line of products which serves as no use to the school’s current clientele. She’s not computer savvy and dreads having to use the copier, which she’s jammed up on several occasions requiring the repairman to stop in for a quick fix and a lecture to the staff on the dangers of jamming scissors into the machine. She flusters easily, disappears often, allows my fellow classmates to get away with things they wouldn’t have dared under Miss Tanna, e.g., refusing early clients because they’re “tired from the night before”. I’ve shaken my head in disbelief on several occasions these last few weeks. Oh wait, it’s only been one week since Miss Tanna’s last day, seems like it’s been several given the number of times the girls have taken advantage of Miss Trish’s kindness.
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