College.
Is strange. Here's how it's gone so far. Get up at 5:30, get to class by seven. Walk into a room of first and second year kids and then the second year kids go and make food because they're on it. That leaves me, 3 girls my ageish, a woman and her husband, a grandma, 8 guys about my age, and 5 older guys. No one talks even though we have 10 minute breaks every hour. George is my only instructor and he looks kind of like a grandfather and he rambles about food and bad students and cuts things and sharpens knifes and I take excellent notes in technicolor. George says "accurate" and stutters sometimes and wears a head set even though there's only three rows of students. We also have a camera to see what he's doing. We take tours, and read things, and listen to George and get assigned to kitchen things we don't know how to do. Then, at ten AM we eat lunch for free. Then we got assigned to stations and I'm starting with burgers, handmade pizzas, onion rings, omelets, salads and sandwiches. They're throwing me in the kitchen tomorrow where the second years have to deal with us. I have intense uniforms. Even checkered pants. I am done between 12:30 & 2 and have no other responsibilities at the moment. I have one homework assignment on a chapter of my cook book every two weeks and one test everyother week. The rest of the time is spent failing in the kitchen.
I've met Peter, who draws me pictures and keeps me entertained by being inappropriate, Emira who is cute and funny and we bonded over our lame not being able to driveness, and Trenton, who is cute and shy and smart and sits next to me. I like him. I don't even know the names of the other kids in my class, other than Dustin, who is slightly sketch. The beginning of our convo started like this...
Me to Peter: yeah my name is hella common.
Dustin: [appearing out of nowhere] I know a Caitlin.
Me: Oh really?
Dustin: Yeah my sister's name is Caitlin. She's a bitch. [Dustin drifts away and I frown]
Since then, he's just kinda followed Peter and I around making strange comments. I also took a picture where I look ritarded with like my eyes half closed and a huge smile and those pictures are how all the second years identify us. I felt it an appropriate first impression.
What I've learned so far:
- Some kids make themselves sick with their own food and George laughs.
- If you get hit by a car and break your arm, you become a tour guide and supervisor.
- Working in the restaurant = tips.
- There may be a dozen or so cockroaches in the kitchen...
- There's free drugs & a nap room in the health center.
- The bakery has a walk-in oven!
- There's 30-ish fridges and freezers.
- If I'm late more than twice a quarter, I can be kicked out.
- You can fit a double stone knife sharpener in your pocket, but you shouldn't.
- If ladling 4 gallons of soup, use a pot as your ladle, otherwise, you are ridiculous.
- A mandolin can cut as much as my class does all hour in 5 minutes. (50 lbs)
- My head is much too big for paper hats.
- "Let's dip" is stoner for leave because the cops are coming.
- TV is a liar and you do need to wash mushrooms.
- You have to claw to cut.
- The question in the kitchen is always "Are you done yet?"
- Cauliflower makes terrible television.
- Serving alcohol-soaked cake at AA banquets is BAD.
- Corn on the cob= NOT fancy.
- fancy = bite-sized and fussy.
- If you try hard enough, you can make vegetables resemble animals
- Wearing a tall hat means you're accomplished.
- Wearing my hat means you look like a fool.
Good for two days, right?
I've met Peter, who draws me pictures and keeps me entertained by being inappropriate, Emira who is cute and funny and we bonded over our lame not being able to driveness, and Trenton, who is cute and shy and smart and sits next to me. I like him. I don't even know the names of the other kids in my class, other than Dustin, who is slightly sketch. The beginning of our convo started like this...
Me to Peter: yeah my name is hella common.
Dustin: [appearing out of nowhere] I know a Caitlin.
Me: Oh really?
Dustin: Yeah my sister's name is Caitlin. She's a bitch. [Dustin drifts away and I frown]
Since then, he's just kinda followed Peter and I around making strange comments. I also took a picture where I look ritarded with like my eyes half closed and a huge smile and those pictures are how all the second years identify us. I felt it an appropriate first impression.
What I've learned so far:
- Some kids make themselves sick with their own food and George laughs.
- If you get hit by a car and break your arm, you become a tour guide and supervisor.
- Working in the restaurant = tips.
- There may be a dozen or so cockroaches in the kitchen...
- There's free drugs & a nap room in the health center.
- The bakery has a walk-in oven!
- There's 30-ish fridges and freezers.
- If I'm late more than twice a quarter, I can be kicked out.
- You can fit a double stone knife sharpener in your pocket, but you shouldn't.
- If ladling 4 gallons of soup, use a pot as your ladle, otherwise, you are ridiculous.
- A mandolin can cut as much as my class does all hour in 5 minutes. (50 lbs)
- My head is much too big for paper hats.
- "Let's dip" is stoner for leave because the cops are coming.
- TV is a liar and you do need to wash mushrooms.
- You have to claw to cut.
- The question in the kitchen is always "Are you done yet?"
- Cauliflower makes terrible television.
- Serving alcohol-soaked cake at AA banquets is BAD.
- Corn on the cob= NOT fancy.
- fancy = bite-sized and fussy.
- If you try hard enough, you can make vegetables resemble animals
- Wearing a tall hat means you're accomplished.
- Wearing my hat means you look like a fool.
Good for two days, right?