46 weeks. The amount of time, minus what Covid took from us, that I have spent inside these kitchen walls. I’m still not sure if I came to school to learn about baking and pastry arts or to learn about people, but I know I’ve done a lot of both.
Tomorrow is a bittersweet day. In one week I will leave this place for the final time as a student here. The next time I’ll be back will be for our pinning ceremony at the end of February. These kitchens have been my second home over the past 18 months. There have been lots of memories made, and lots of growth, not only as a culinarian, but as an individual as well. I swear I’ve learned more about becoming the type of leader and person I want to be in this industry more than anything.
It has been one heck of a journey, especially with the pandemic, but there’s no way I would change any single part of it. The short time I’ve spent here has already impacted my life in ways I never would have imagined. I’ve been given recipes, formulas, and a lot of instruction but the best takeaway from it all are the relationships built, the tough lessons learned, and the experiences I’ve had while here. So here’s to my last week; I plan to cherish every single moment and make some more memories.
Peep this first day of class picture from 2019!! Had you told this girl she’d be where she is now, she would’ve said you were crazy! #baketheworldabetterplace
January 31st, 2021