School’s Out For-Ever!

Yes, you should have read that to the tune of the Alice Cooper song.

I took my last final today, and I’m kinda bummed. Not the bummed I thought I would be, mind you, a different kind. I was expecting to be sad that I wouldn’t be at the school anymore, sad to not see everyone, sad to have no reason to go up there again….. (Btw, I do, I have to go in the day before my graduation to make the food.) instead I was bummed because I didn’t do so well. I didn’t do THAT bad or anything, I mean, I’m still going to graduate, but now as well as I had hoped.

Here comes the part that I’m not so proud of, and the part that makes me sound like a brat: my whole life, I’ve put forth minimal effort. I mean I did the bare minimum to get by.

I never was bothered with a grade before because I didn’t really earn it. If I got an A, cool. A B? No worries. A C? No skin off my back. I’m not sure how I got by, I’m not particularly smart, I guess I was just good at playing the game.

Back to today, or even this school. I have worked my rear end off for this class. I’ve studied, read, practiced, all to better myself as a chef and a student. For the most part, it’s paid off, but today was not a great day. Like I said, it’s still a decent grade, but I will probably no longer will graduate with a 4.0. I know, quit whining. The point is, I’m done. I will graduate next Saturday, and I know that I worked hard for this. It wasn’t always easy, or fun, but all the burns, the cuts, and the callouses, they were earned …… with pride.
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