Wow, it's only been 2 days in culinary school and I think I've gone through every emotion possible...
Adrenaline waking up on the first day.
Anxiety before entering the classroom.
Excitement receiving my knife kit and my uniform with my name embroidered on it.
Confusion trying to orient myself in a huge, wholly unfamiliar kitchen.
Uncertainty tackling the first menu item on my own.
Amazement tasting food prepared by the chefs.
Complete and utter disappointment as my onions turn into mush and fail to caramelize, compromising the integrity of my soup.
Jealousy as a classmate's soup turns out perfect.
Triumph as my quiche dough rolls out seamlessly.
Empathy as a classmate doesn't experience the same luck.
Panic as it's almost time to serve lunch and I have yet to start my salad preparation.
Gratitude when someone lends a hand.
Relief once the meals are served.
Exhaustion once cleanup is complete.
Surprise at how much I've managed to learn in such a small amount of time already.
It sounds cliche but it really is like a rollercoaster ride... you're just going with the flow, not sure of what turns are up ahead... wondering if you'll end up climbing or plummeting next. But by the end of the day, you're left with a feeling of relief, exhilaration, and accomplishment.
Anyway, more details on culinary school coming... as well as an update on my Christmas break. For now, let's all celebrate the fact that tomorrow is Friday!