Summer Vacation.
From the time that school started until now, everything is different. The past couple of months have been different, but because I've made them different by my own choice. I wanted something better to happen than what happened last year. Last year was really rough. This year I've been employed and I'm very happy at the place I'm at. Since I started my job working on my homework was a little harder, but I did okay in my finals. Next semester I'll be attending more photography courses and possibly a graphic design course. For the mean time though, I'll be glad to work for the summer and get some warm days. This winter was way too snowy.
I usually do an over view of my classes and how my outcome in those classes went. I only took three classes, which I'm glad I only took three. My math class is still whooping my butt. One more try before I get sent back to the first math again. Sucks! Then in my photography digital two class I did my semester project THAT morning of turning it in. Say it with me P r o c r a s t i n a t i o n. I ended up doing okay on it. My final exam sucked because most of the stuff we had went over in the beginning of the semester we had all mainly forgotten. Five months and they expect you to work your ass off AND remember the components of additive and subtractive colors, plus what color palate the graphic design students use. Bull. Shit. I'm not in it yet, so lets keep it in one mind frame for now, shall we? Seven of my original classmates graduated this May, they had so much work to do. Portfolio creating is a lot of work, plus putting it on display in a public museum of art. Nerves were on edge, but once they graduated a big sigh of relief was upon their lips. I'm proud of them truthfully. The more I see people graduate and end it I keep feeling like this isn't something I really want to do. My heart keeps pushing me towards culinary arts.
Why culinary arts? Well for the mean time I'm starting out in my new job as a waitress at a restaurant. Picking up people skills, and getting a taste of what its like to cook and handing people their food. I feel a passion flowing through me that I've not felt in a long time when I cook and hand someone a plate of food and their eyes light up. Over all I've only been at my job for three weeks, almost a month, and I'm one of the much stronger servers compared to the other ladies starting out. Two days of cooking lessons, not official, but just watching and being taught on slower shifts. Now when the cook is busy cleaning something or preparing for third shift, if I need an order I can make it myself. I feel pretty strongly about cooking, more and more. Once I get a good amount of experience for myself I'm going to be moving up in the world and start taking classes in the queen city. I want the best. The best for myself in the future. I won't settle for anything less than the best, even if it means I have to start from the bottom to get there.
No comments:
Post a Comment