Coballs
Assistant Cook
This is just a little piece of writing that I need to get out of my head.
So it is now Wednesday morning 12:37 A.M. and I have retyped and deleted my sentence about 20 times by now. What I want to say is that in a week from now I will be attending my last class ever. College is over for me. Bittersweet some say, well I think its just plain bitter. My whole life I expected things to go differently than they have, but they tend to stay awful. My memory is so shot from all the bad decisions in my life I don't know if my life is awful or not. All those years down the pipe it feels like. People make you think by the time you graduate college you will know what you want to do with your life. Well hell, I still don't know and I'm graduating in less than 2 weeks. Maybe once I get on stage and receive my diploma and open it, it will be a map of my life (Wouldn't that be easy).
What I really appreciate from all of this is that I won't have to carry a stinking back pack around anymore. Talk about why people have back problems. Have you ever thought about how many years you are lugging a bag around on your back. Its no fun! Anywhos.
I'm a little excited, a little anxious, and a lot of scared of my future. My path is uncertain, but I can't stay anywhere to long, I have ADD or OCD or one of those acronyms for impatient fidgety people. People quit smoking cold turkey, well I like to say I'm starting something cold chicken.
I have no formal experience working in a restaurant or cooking. But cooking is the one thing that keeps me out of my head and keeps my body from being an impatient fidgety acronym person. I hope it works out for me, I hope I enjoy it, and I hope the cooking industry accepts and appreciates me. All I want is to feel like I belong and know that I am part of the community. It's something I have been searching for a long time, and I think I finally found it. I will put this theory to test, and if it isn't for me, well than I hope my diploma has a buried treasure map on it instead.
So it is now Wednesday morning 12:37 A.M. and I have retyped and deleted my sentence about 20 times by now. What I want to say is that in a week from now I will be attending my last class ever. College is over for me. Bittersweet some say, well I think its just plain bitter. My whole life I expected things to go differently than they have, but they tend to stay awful. My memory is so shot from all the bad decisions in my life I don't know if my life is awful or not. All those years down the pipe it feels like. People make you think by the time you graduate college you will know what you want to do with your life. Well hell, I still don't know and I'm graduating in less than 2 weeks. Maybe once I get on stage and receive my diploma and open it, it will be a map of my life (Wouldn't that be easy).
What I really appreciate from all of this is that I won't have to carry a stinking back pack around anymore. Talk about why people have back problems. Have you ever thought about how many years you are lugging a bag around on your back. Its no fun! Anywhos.
I'm a little excited, a little anxious, and a lot of scared of my future. My path is uncertain, but I can't stay anywhere to long, I have ADD or OCD or one of those acronyms for impatient fidgety people. People quit smoking cold turkey, well I like to say I'm starting something cold chicken.
I have no formal experience working in a restaurant or cooking. But cooking is the one thing that keeps me out of my head and keeps my body from being an impatient fidgety acronym person. I hope it works out for me, I hope I enjoy it, and I hope the cooking industry accepts and appreciates me. All I want is to feel like I belong and know that I am part of the community. It's something I have been searching for a long time, and I think I finally found it. I will put this theory to test, and if it isn't for me, well than I hope my diploma has a buried treasure map on it instead.
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