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salon, projected costs, outfitting, and price lists for services, among other items. “I’d be interested in seeing what you do now. Things have probably changed since I studied here.”
She needed time to think about the connection between the dead stylists and herself. Were their deaths accidental as reported in the news, or had she almost become the third victim of a crazed killer who hit on hairdressers? Though if this were the case, why would her assailant take Goat’s envelope?
Cutter Corrigan had been their instructor. She should pay him another visit, with or without Dalton Vail’s approval.
“I think one thing you’ll find different than when you were here is that now we have defined lesson plans,” Virginia said, rising. She handed Marla the printout of her class roster, and a bunch of other documents. “As you see, the curriculum is much more structured, with set objectives and a course syllabus. Students must pass a basic skills test. We also have field trips to various shows.”
Marla shuffled through the papers in her hands. Lecture subjects ranged from bacteriology to business skills, sanitation to science, Florida state law to salon management. She noted classes on electricity, anatomy, chemistry, and disease. The requirements weren’t much different than when she’d gone through school. Hairstyling, cutting, coloring, chemical waving, and other services still had the same performance sheets, with a few modern additions.
“We’re always looking for substitute teachers,” Virginia said, noting her interest. “Let me give you a tour. Perhaps I can motivate you to become one of our instructors. Have you taken any specialized courses since you obtained your license?”
“Well, sure.” Marla mentioned some of the seminars she’d attended. They began their tour in the lab, the sound of blow-dryers competing with the students’ chatter. “It looks pretty much the same as when I was here,” she said, noting the worn linoleum on the floor and the plastic ceiling panels overhead.
“Terms three through five spend two days a week in the laboratory. The rest of the time is in the classroom. We’re working with Broward Community College to try to get college credit for our courses and maybe have some high school students join us. The health section is in our new building. We’re slated to renovate this one next year.”
“Are classes still just in the mornings?” When she’d gone to school, Marla had worked part-time as a shampoo girl in a local salon during the afternoons.
“We run three sessions six days a week. You can start at eight in the morning, three in the afternoon, or six in the evening. Labs are Wednesdays and Fridays. So if you’re considering being a substitute, just about any time you’re available except Sundays would work.”
They passed a row of green vinyl chairs with old-fashioned dome hair dryers. She figured a lot of senior citizens came in who still liked to get a wash-and-set. “How many students are enrolled?”
Virginia waved an arm. “We have upwards of one hundred twenty in here at a time. That’s an average of thirty students per classroom, with four rooms, including this lab. Then there are the facial rooms and the pedi-spa.”
Marla smiled at the familiar sight of one girl setting a mannequin head with perm rods while another combed out a head of curly brown hair after doing a foil frosting. Gads, look in that corner ! She hadn’t used an electric oven for comb-pressing hair since training. Chuckling, Marla turned her attention to another student doing a demi-perm coloring on a real customer. Products spilled from roll-abouts standing in the aisles; cut hairs littered the floor; and trailing wires from various implements tangled on the counters. In the center stood a row of sinks for mixing chemicals. Her former mentor would be horrified by the mess. Cutter’s place exemplified order amid high style.
“Do you remember Cutter Corrigan? He was
She needed time to think about the connection between the dead stylists and herself. Were their deaths accidental as reported in the news, or had she almost become the third victim of a crazed killer who hit on hairdressers? Though if this were the case, why would her assailant take Goat’s envelope?
Cutter Corrigan had been their instructor. She should pay him another visit, with or without Dalton Vail’s approval.
“I think one thing you’ll find different than when you were here is that now we have defined lesson plans,” Virginia said, rising. She handed Marla the printout of her class roster, and a bunch of other documents. “As you see, the curriculum is much more structured, with set objectives and a course syllabus. Students must pass a basic skills test. We also have field trips to various shows.”
Marla shuffled through the papers in her hands. Lecture subjects ranged from bacteriology to business skills, sanitation to science, Florida state law to salon management. She noted classes on electricity, anatomy, chemistry, and disease. The requirements weren’t much different than when she’d gone through school. Hairstyling, cutting, coloring, chemical waving, and other services still had the same performance sheets, with a few modern additions.
“We’re always looking for substitute teachers,” Virginia said, noting her interest. “Let me give you a tour. Perhaps I can motivate you to become one of our instructors. Have you taken any specialized courses since you obtained your license?”
“Well, sure.” Marla mentioned some of the seminars she’d attended. They began their tour in the lab, the sound of blow-dryers competing with the students’ chatter. “It looks pretty much the same as when I was here,” she said, noting the worn linoleum on the floor and the plastic ceiling panels overhead.
“Terms three through five spend two days a week in the laboratory. The rest of the time is in the classroom. We’re working with Broward Community College to try to get college credit for our courses and maybe have some high school students join us. The health section is in our new building. We’re slated to renovate this one next year.”
“Are classes still just in the mornings?” When she’d gone to school, Marla had worked part-time as a shampoo girl in a local salon during the afternoons.
“We run three sessions six days a week. You can start at eight in the morning, three in the afternoon, or six in the evening. Labs are Wednesdays and Fridays. So if you’re considering being a substitute, just about any time you’re available except Sundays would work.”
They passed a row of green vinyl chairs with old-fashioned dome hair dryers. She figured a lot of senior citizens came in who still liked to get a wash-and-set. “How many students are enrolled?”
Virginia waved an arm. “We have upwards of one hundred twenty in here at a time. That’s an average of thirty students per classroom, with four rooms, including this lab. Then there are the facial rooms and the pedi-spa.”
Marla smiled at the familiar sight of one girl setting a mannequin head with perm rods while another combed out a head of curly brown hair after doing a foil frosting. Gads, look in that corner ! She hadn’t used an electric oven for comb-pressing hair since training. Chuckling, Marla turned her attention to another student doing a demi-perm coloring on a real customer. Products spilled from roll-abouts standing in the aisles; cut hairs littered the floor; and trailing wires from various implements tangled on the counters. In the center stood a row of sinks for mixing chemicals. Her former mentor would be horrified by the mess. Cutter’s place exemplified order amid high style.
“Do you remember Cutter Corrigan? He was
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