First day of Culinary School!
0n our first day of culinary school, we were to meet in a classroom. There were about 25 students all in our street clothes. The room had long tables lined up together in rows and chairs sat behind. A screen was in the front of the room and one wall had windows to the hallway.
As we all found a seat, we met our first instructor. A woman Chef who stood at the front of the room. She wore checker pants, a Chef jacket and big black clogs with rubber soles. She later said in case a knife fell on your foot or you slip on grease. She did not wear a smile or makeup and had her hands clasped behind her back.
As we all settled in, she stood up front and began to introduce herself. She had just told us her name and to call her Chef Laura. When the closed door opened. It was my friend Travis from math class. Chef Laura lit into Travis. “Why was he late? That he should never be late again. As student’s we first need to know that we are all a team and we count on each other!
She didn’t stop there. Travis stood in the doorway while Chef Laura lectured him in a tone of meanness and aggression that seemed over the top. However after meeting many Chef’s her attitude was like them all.
Mean.
Travis , such a nice guy, didn’t deserve it, and I could tell by the look on his face he wasn’t going to take it ever again.