There are worms underneath my skin – wiggling, crawling, and always moving. I haven’t been able to focus or sit still for two days – temporary ADD. I haven’t heard whether the student who is keeping me waitlisted is attending or not. I toured the school today – small, with a quintessential French Chef instructor, tucked behind a wine and cheese shop. It all seems so ideal for me – mountains of work, yes, but I want it.
The wheels are turning – easily, well greased. It would be simple to switch my work schedule. And finances, although a stretch, wouldn’t put me any more in debt than 75% of America. All the pieces seem to be falling into place, save the last one.
Student #8 (Eddie from Denver), please choose another school so I can enroll in Culinary School instead.