I'm not gonna lie: I certainly had them today. Walking into a quiet roomful of people I don't know—especially when you're a few minutes late because of work and the only seat is up front—can be terrifying. Stomach churning, I found my place and retrieved my pen and notebook from my purse.
Then, I breathed.
I'm officially a culinary student! While I was admitted to The French Culinary Institute about a month ago, it felt real today because I was sitting amongst my fellow classmates at orientation. On top of that, I received my chef jacket, complete with my name and school.
It's hard to believe this is really happening.
Overall, orientation was pretty standard—a low down of the rules and regulations, expectations, etc. I dreaded the icebreaker (who doesn't?) but was particularly pleased when I found out it involved three quick answers: Your name, residence and last memorable meal. (I recalled the truffled grits I ate at Chive Blossom, a small, very impressive restaurant in Pawleys Island, S.C., on a recent family vacation.) If food talk is part of an icebreaker, I'm in the right place.
Not to mention food was part of post-orientation as well. Real food. Not food talk. Unsurprisingly, it was good—smoked salmon on toast, various pates, white and red wines, etc.—and all prepared by current students. I was a happy camper.
Then I had to go back to work. Not for long, though; Thursday is my last day. I'm ready to get this show on the road!
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