Do you know what you want to be when you grow up? I figured it out last year, when I was 7. I wanted to be a barber—a person who cuts and styles hair (mostly men’s hair).
It all started when my brother went to check out a junior barbering class near my home in Philadelphia. He decided not to take the class, but it sounded cool to me. I thought maybe I’d want to own a barbershop one day.
So I signed up for the six-week course. My mom warned me that I might be the only girl in the class, but I didn’t care.