As of May 11 at 7:30 P.M, I have ended the second semester with flying colours and high expectations. I have also finished my first year in college. With that in mind, I acctually learned something truly magnificent.
What I learned was that the culinary arts is like music. There is ingredents as the notes, cooks as the musicians, chefs as the composers, and resturants as the stage as the shift is going on like a sympany concert in a grand hall. I also know now whey there is so much pressure on satisfying the customer and how you can fix a problem with better results. I just wish I have a chance to truly experience what it means to be a cook but for now, I would focus more on with the next year and beyond.
Durring my final week, I have went through trials just like the Indeana jones did and thats because there was a lot of action involved with cleaning and finishing projecs at the last second. On monday, I have to clean the oven of terror and when I mean "oven of terror," I mean an oven that has not been clean since last year with grease and surgar from the entire year. As I scrub in the maw of the beast, I was scrubing out all of the things I saw inside. I truly belive in that moment that I was tested to see if I have the grit or mental toughness to live this life. I think I passed nut I still need a lot to learn.
Tuesday has more insight than anticipated because we saw a film known as enemies, a "play" about a waiter and a guest who talk about there life's and how the waiters life is better then the guests. The reason being is because the waiter has a happy family with a piano and owns about twenty percent of the profit the restaurant is making. As for the guest, he was a successful business man until he was out of the job because of a heart attack and his twenty-year old sons took over his business. Now the reason we watched this was because most people think that servers have a very poor life and stuck at that dreadful job forever. The truth is that servers can have more then one life. In fact, when I read the book "Waiter Rant" I realize that serving can be tough on the mind and body, but it can really satisfy the server inside of us.
Wednesday was my biggest adventure yet. When I arrive at the college, I was told by a friend that I needed a menu to pass the improvised final project. With my laptop at the ready, I brought out my best recipes and typed it faster then a caffeine crazed poet on a sugar buzz. As I looked for a computer with a workable printer, I rushed to library as fast as a could and printed it out as fast as I can go. When I returned to the dinning room, I went to the storage room where serving trays marked with nail polish was drying all over the floor and I jumped, ran, and carry heavy equipment all over to make the most elaborate table setting I can think of. The most astonishing thing to me is that I did this on the fly and I made it through with high marks of praise.
As my first year of college comes to a close always wonder if I really can make it out there in the world of the restaurant. I believe I got a good start, but I still have a long way to go until I truly can unleash my best work. As for next semester, I think it would be a little tougher but more interesting as I go. I am also going to be in summer school in about a month, so I would start a new chapter known as the Summer Chronicles with adventures in barbecue, rederic English, and more serving. So for the final time until the Summer Chronicles start, I bid you a-do.