Now that I'm almost done with culinary school, I feel like I have matured more, as a person and in my career, but I also almost feel like my life hasn't changed very much since that first day I walked through those doors at school.
Every new experience is a hard one and it's different for everybody. I didn't expect it to be easy, in any sense, but I didn't think there would be so many moments where I looked back and went "Wow, what have I actually learned and retained from this experience?" I do not regret starting culinary school, and I don't regret my jobs up until this point; school and my work life have taught me very many things and have shown me the kind of person that I am and what I am capable of doing and handling.
I've learned I am so much stronger than I ever gave myself credit for, and I can put up with a lot of crap and hold my tongue, when necessary. The longer this experience goes on, though, and the more of a joke things become for people, the less I want to hold my tongue and the harder it becomes to not explode and speak from my anger.
There are days that I just don't want to deal with any of it and I would prefer to just go back to bed for a couple of hours before I start my day; getting up at 4:30 or 5 o'clock in the morning, every day, is very hard and takes a huge toll on your mind and your body when you do it for so long, but I would prefer it to having a night life. The long hours and days can add up very quickly over time, but I know it's going to be worth it when I look at the shorter length of time other schools' provide for their students.
I will be the one ready when it comes time to do something more.
Oh, and Happy Fourth of July, or Independence Day, to those who celebrate.
Word of the Day:
suffrage [SUHF - rij] - noun
The right to vote, especially in a political election.
Question of the Day:
What is a malapropism?
