My hair is really long. There’s not really any “cut” about it — I just needed the ends taken off, so I went to the academy for the fancy place, figuring paying a mere $20 + tip for an “advanced” student hairdresser would outweigh the fact that an “advanced” student hairdresser would be cutting my hair.
It was awful. First and foremost, he was really bad at washing my hair — like he didn’t want to actually get his hands sudsy. And then there was the cut, which was okay. And then time to style… At what point do you say, “No, really, just leave it alone — I have this handy little elastic band, and as soon as I walk out of here, I’m going to try to use it to hide the damage, go home, and start over!” I never said it. I let him struggle through trying to show me how a diffuser plus product would make my hair lovely (it won’t), and then talking to me about how getting my hair “relaxed” would help. It might, but some days I like the curls. He did cut the ends. I suppose that’s good.