I almost raised my hand tonight at orientation when one of my new culinary instructors asked what that phrase meant. Boy am I glad I didn't... suddenly my mind blanked and all I could think of was "ummmmm... it's a restaurant in my town?". Nice.
But I'll begin at the beginning... this morning I spent 40 minutes of amazing, uninterrupted time with God. I looked at my watch at 5:49am, and then for the first time after that at EXACTLY at 6:29am. Whoa. A church I've been going to is challenging themselves to give God 40 extra minutes each day for the 40 days of Lent. This challenge resonated deeply within me... everything else I was considering "giving up" was causing me to think more about me, and less about God. I can't wait to see how he works over these next 40 days!! He truly is an awesome God!
Then on to school... somehow I've developed a "spidey-sense" about when a kid is going to throw up. Perhaps its because not long after I started working as a preschool teacher, I was thrown up on. Literally. All over the front of me- just like in the movies (except grosser). I drove home like a robot, taking shallow breaths only as needed so I wouldn't pass out (it was 15 degrees out), while vomit dried on my legs. After that, anytime one of my kids says, "Miss Katie, I don't feel so good"... I point them straight to the nearest bathroom and resist the urge to say, "Run!!" as I push from behind. My spidey-sense came in handy again this morning.... we'll just leave it at that.
To end the day, I chatted with a freshman from Morocco who works for the admissions office. I was so excited he was from Morocco, he asked if I'd ever been there. I started to say, "No, but when I was seven, I fell in love with my waiter at the Moroccan-themed restaurant at Epcot in Disneyworld".... then I thought I should just keep that to myself. Yes... it made for a slightly awkward moment. But I recovered... and now have in my possession a student ID (yay discounts!), a parking-pass (almost... I couldn't remember my license plate), and a CHEF'S uniform. Yes. It's true. I am going to be a pastry chef. :)
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