I set up a blog while living in Amsterdam a few years ago for a semester abroad in college. It was mostly a collection of lists, if I recall correctly. I decided to blog this chapter in my life, because Jesse H. told me he would read it. Oh and because Corey was blogging about driving to Alaska, and I thought culinary school might be more entertaining than driving up the western coast of North America...?
I just got settled back in Santa Barbara. I don't start school for another week, but I've been getting my sitch organized. Tomorrow I'll be picking up my knives. Hopefully I don't chop off any important digits. Earlier this evening, I tried on most of the little outfits they make you buy. There's one for catering, one for actually lab cooking classes, and then whatever 'business casual' means for lecture classes. I feel like I'm a pretty small person in general (5'2'' when rounding) but these clothes make me feel super tiny--in an awkward, not at all flattering kind of way. I'm waiting for the first day when I show up in my ill-fitting uniform. I was usually really good at school. Memorizing and regurgitating facts was something I took to quite easily. I'm sure to some people that's a talent and something I should never have taken for granted, but I'm nervous for cooking school, because it won't necessarily be the same sort of coast by situation as, I don't know, grade school?
I transferred starbucks stores, to keep a paycheck and all the benefits, so I start at my new store tomorrow. It's like another first day. We'll see how it goes.
