For some kids, the stress of whether to go to college is a pressure cooker waiting to explode, especially if they do not want to go. College is not for every kid, but parents often put their ambitions for their children on them. We are well aware of the extent some parents go to to get their kids into a university. Is college for the kid or for the parents? There was a time when the military was the go-to source of jobs for kids, especially African American kids. Parents looked at the military as a way out of the ghetto, which could eat their kids up and spit them out on the nearest-drug infested corner. That seems to have changed somewhat as military standards have changed. It wasn’t so much that parents didn’t want their kids to enlist; rather, it's more that kids weren’t being accepted so readily.
When I first decided to go to culinary school, it was 2010. I surprised myself in one of my manic phases and did something I may or may not have done in a less impulsive state of mind. I am a second generation Chef, which just means that my dad is also a Chef and has worked in kitchens all of his adult life. My dad did not go to culinary school, but rather, he worked his way through the ranks of kitchens like a true old-school culinarian. If I had to do it all over again, that might have been my choice as well.
There's a lot of things you learn in culinary school that have nothing to do with cooking. Here's my list of some things I didn't think about or expect to learn before starting school.
Many high school students see college as the obvious step toward adulthood. There is some truth in this since a college diploma opens many doors in high-demand fields and greatly boosts your chances at a successful career. However, for a large number of students, college is also an enormous rigor and expense, and taking a loan is more of a loss than a gain even if the long run.
I grew up in Rock Ferry Wirral and in the 70s my family witnessed a murder. Not long after that, I was diagnosed with speech problems, hyperactivity, and lack of coordination. I was from a working-class background. I was then sent to a hospital in about 1972 and placed in a restraint jacket. However, my mum and dad were entertainers, and because my education suffered, I decided to go back to college at the age of 19 years.
I am about a year out from culinary school now, and I find myself missing it often. It was one of the best and hardest experiences of my life. If you’re here, you’re probably considering culinary school, or at least curious about it. Before I started I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. A lot of my thoughts, along with those of my classmates, were misconceptions. There is so much they don’t tell you before you get there that you have to figure out on your own. This list is the one I wish I had before I started.
Well it all starts senior year of high school, where it does for everyone: the bone chilling, stomach wrenching waiting, waiting for the letter that seals your fate one way or the other.
I started cosmetology school because I love makeup, and I recently started loving hair. I am not attending the class at a private school like most, I am attending at a community college. The school I'm going to is really good but also the cheapest (score!). I have been in the class since late August of 2017 and plan on being done by late July/early August of 2018.
I went to culinary school because I love food. But not just any food. I love greasy homestyle comfort food that mama used to make. The real version of Southern cooking, not that Ree Drummond crap you see all over. The Pioneer Woman ruined culinary for me honestly, but thanks to a few select people, I managed to pull through.
Everybody's thought about how amazing it would be to pretend for a living. To act out those scenes we see on the big screens or dazzle the crowd with your tear jerking performance. To connect with people who offer empathy in return from you offering your deep personal insights on stories and relationships. From a very young age I was a performer, I forced my sisters to be the backing dancers in the off-key production of Shania Twain the musical that I performed to my family in the living room and cried when I didn't get to play Portia in the school's production of the Merchant of Venice. Even after receiving constant warnings about the frequent rejection and instability, I carried on and told myself that no matter what I would become a working actor.
At the tail-end of the sophomore semester, just before Charlie left on maternity leave, it was time for the academy's Fashion and Hair Show. The whole academy mingled together for the project; instructors rallied together and formed our groups for us. I hated mine. It was with two egotistical freshmen. One a pretty boy, whom all the girls loved but that Raya, Charlie, and myself suspected was gay; another was an idiotic girl whose name was Rica.