I’m going to take responsibility for my actions and admit that my mid-term will not be done by 2:30pm tomorrow afternoon because I procrastinated. This is something I did way too often years ago, but here I am, 32-years-old, doing it again after having a great start to this first semester back in school after seven years. I know I shouldn’t have put myself in this position, but what’s done is done.
In my defense, a good number of us in this class have talked about how poorly the teacher is doing during lecture. Simply put, it’s 40 minutes of the worst lecture that you could make students sit through. Some of us have heard that there have been complaints regarding this teacher’s performance in previous semesters. To be honest, after nearly two months of instruction, I was ready to just suck it up and just get the class over with, but that was my attitude for 50% of my college years between 1995-2002. I didn’t commit fully and was just thinking of that paper that would say that college taught me something.
Don’t get me wrong. I am thoroughly enjoying culinary classes; it’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time. The sense of accomplishment one gets from the simple (okay…it’s not always simple) act of cooking can be like none other. It reminds me of the beginning of art school or getting lost in a drawing or painting for hours. There has been a lot of positive feedback, and I know this is going somewhere. If only, the school had picked someone else for these three classes. Yes, three. Not only is this guy a problem for one course, but he’s teaching three of them this fall. Tuesdays, some of us have him back to back. Wednesdays, we see him again. I can’t believe I’m only bitching about this tonight!
So now, I just have to find out if turning this project in late is even an option. If it isn’t, then I do the extra credit and pass anyway. If I really want to get the most out of this trip back to college, I could wait until next summer to take this class with a different professor who seems to be much more organized and good at getting his point across, but that would mean a lot of time was wasted these eight weeks which makes me want to punch someone in the stomach. Hanging in there is probably going to be the best option, so I can be sure that I can work uninterrupted hours during summer break or take a new class to get a head-start on other things.
Right now, I’m feeling a little better with a mug of beer and a small bag of popcorn, but I’ll let you in on a secret: costing out eight appetizers, eight entrees, and five desserts requires more time than would one think.
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