Then, a petite jolly man appeared in the room with all beige walls. His confidence was large enough to feed a small country.
I was forced to confront all that I doubted. My body was invisibly shivering while my neck shot sparks into my shoulders. “Is it safe to come out? Am I among peers or the court?” I still could not be sure but there was promise. Poker face maintained. Until Mr. Petite Jolly Man (also known as DEAN of the school) called
my bluff our bluff – He won our hearts in sixty seconds flat! Forty two of us bowed to him!
“Wait was I included when he called us chefs? Me, a chef?"
At that moment I realized my ultimate purpose of going to culinary school is to… yeah become a c-h-e-f. Me, a professional chef. This isn’t a dream. No one is going to wake me up.
The affair is young and thrilling….tomorrow is the day I look you straight in the eyes and surrender my pride.