It's Spring Break. Finally. YAY!

Have I mentioned how SICK TO DEATH I am of attitudes? Of students being given extreme leeway on attendance, but others being hounded if they miss a class due to having an abcessed tooth pulled?

I don't CARE if you live an entire county away. I don't give CRAP if you work until 1am. It's not MY problem. You should plan your schedule accordingly. THAT is part of being an ADULT. And if your roommate/lover has cancer, I'm sorry. I truly am. But that doesn't give you carte blanche to skip every class and still expect to pass the class! If I were the instructor, not many would be LEFT at this point. And laying out drunk and coming to class hung over or not showing up at all would be enough for me to throw you completely out of the program. Either you're serious, or you're NOT.

OK - I've ranted enough. To say I'm ready for graduation is an understatement. I feel like I haven't learned anything useful in culinary school at all. Except maybe to make an omelet. That's about it.

What happens after graduation? God only knows. I think I deserve a refund from the college for the baking & pastry classes I took where we made genoise for 8 weeks in a row and never got to bake them because the damned instructor thought the ovens were inferior. And the fact that we NEVER made bread. WHAT IS THAT? Jesus, do I have any marketable skills at all?

I can't begin to say what a Mickey Mouse operation this culinary program has been. I had such high hopes when I began. Dashed and destroyed at every turn. I've learned NOTHING. I hope my instructors read this and hang their heads in shame. I hope Mr. S., the head of the business dept. grows some balls and takes charge for a change instead of being cowed by Chef Z. There are sooooooo many things wrong with the entire program. I'm not sure they can be fixed......