Bloggin'

Please disregard any grammatical errors. My brain is slowly melting from essay-writing, test-taking, and lecture withdrawal.

You probably already heard that I've decided to become a chef. So, I am now a freshman at Kapiolani Community College for its culinary program. I have not chosen one, but two, majors: Culinary Arts and Patisserie. Sounds a little ridiculous to double major in food, huh? I guess I just really really love food. And you know what the best part about school is? Everyone else loves food just as much as me! I'm only one module in and I can tell culinary school is going to kick my butt. So here I go, I'm writing a blog about my culinary experiences. I guess I'm letting you read my weird online journal. (Yeah Mom, I know you're happy about that). Let's just hope I don't become a narcissistic kook like that girl in Julie and Julia--which strangely enough, I watched two days before this blogging thing happened!

I created this blog baby yesterday. Why? Because a friend told me I needed to create a blog for our new class--lies. This actually isn't required but I think it would be fun just to have. Yesterday was the first day of my second module. Modules are kind of like quarters in the quarter system, just a little shorter. Woohoo! The perfect system for short-attention-spanned-people! And lucky me! I'm only taking one class right now: The Fundamentals of Cookery (note my blogs name haaa). My teacher, Chef Leake, is known for being incredibly strict. Honestly, I think everyone is just bitter because his class begins at 7:00am. (Oh and I almost forgot: we get NO breaks--none!). Also, we don't get out of class until 2pm. That's like seven hours without a break! Come on mister! Yesterday, the first day of class, I arrived at 6:45am and I was the last one there. Ridiculous! I think my classmates are insane. The scariest part is that 7:00am will eventually become 5:00am when we need to prep our foods for class. I'm not looking forward to that. I hate mornings. If you know me you know that I hate mornings. I swear by the end of this class I'm going to transform into a delusional kook with huge bags under her eyes and a missing finger or two. I hope you're prepared cause I know I'm not.

Anyways, I just want to let everyone know that I'm out here doing my thing in the internet world! Read, comment, laugh, I'll appreciate it! And up there, what I wrote earlier, I know that sounds kind of sad and scary but I'm actually really excited for this class. Maybe I'm a little nervous too. Okay, more than just a little. Cooking involves more work than you think! This is not ladida cooking at home while listening to pandora and frolicking around the kitchen. This is like: uniform-wearing, no "ass-grabbing," vocabulary I can't even pronounce kind of cooking. Anywho, I have two friends from my previous module in fundamentals with me so hopefully they'll help make the stress a little less stressful. And I know I may cut a chunk out of my hand out at some point, but I guess every well-respected chef has done it at some point--so I need to, too. I just need to remind myself that when it actually happens.

Whoaaa okay, this blog is making it clear to me how scattered my brain is. So I'll end it with that! Next time I'll actually let you know what I'm doing in class.