A Week In

So I made it the first week of pastry school. Not that it was very difficult. The first term, six weeks, consists of Culinary Foundations I and Food Safety and Sanitation. The first 2 days alone dealt with administrative stuff that I had expected to be part of orientation. Getting through the classes have not been a problem, I'm just still coming to terms with the career change. I found myself thinking, "What am I doing here?" several times. I also find things from my two high school food classes coming back to me.

I know I am happier than I have been in a while. I have a purpose and I am busy. I like being busy because it keeps me on my toes.

My cohort is uncommon because the first term is mixed Culinary Arts and Patisserie & Baking. There weren't enough Culinary to warrant a separate class and both programs have the same classes for term one. I like it and the mix of people. there are some younger people and those with more experience. One of things I try to be conscious of is that I do not socialize only with people like me. This could help a bit.

Last comments about week 1: I didn't cut myself the first day of knife skills! I wish I didn't need to know all the ways to make people sick because it's gross.

Everything has a Beginning

Tomorrow afternoon will be my first class at Le Cordon Bleu, the first class in the Patisserie and Baking diploma. Just a month ago I went to the school website and requested information, a little more than 3 weeks since I went to an open house tour and applied, 2 weeks sorting out the financial aid, and I still can't believe it's happening. I can recite this and yet don't understand how I got here. I love science and have a strong interest in biology and medicine. I did a bachelor's degree with the intent of going to medical school.

I guess life or someone had other plans for me. I hope it's fate that I ended up here instead, because I'm not quite sure what I'm doing. I am no longer following a plan. It's scary and exciting. I'm excited to learn and afraid of the loans I'm taking out. I fear failure but dream of beautiful, edible pastries. So I am going to run with this, ran and anticipate enjoyment, plan to have fun, see where it takes me.