It always ends so well…

Ended the semester with A’s in both of my culinary courses and a B and a B+ in my two general education courses. Excellent. Thus far, deans list in every semester. I rock. My final went over well, high praise for my dishes, one in particular. Perhaps at some point I’ll post a picture and the recipe. Perhaps no.

The end of the semester is always bittersweet, especially the spring semester. When fall semester ends, I have but weeks to wait until classes begin again. The end of spring means I have months to wait. I enjoy my classes, I enjoy learning, I enjoy my classmates and my teachers. I have a couple of really great teachers. One in particular, who hasn’t actually taught one of my classes in a couple of semesters, is really special to me. It is, perhaps, trite to say that he’s inspiring… he reality is that he’s much more than that. He’s the kind of teacher who sees the passion in you and stokes it until it’s a raging inferno. He emboldens you, and gives you the courage to experiment with techniques, flavors, ideas… he builds you up while offering the constructive criticism that you need to succeed. All while teaching the foundations of flavor and technique that you need. More than any teacher, he’s the one I don’t want to disappoint, the one I want to stay in touch with after I graduate, and the one I’d most like to work with someday.

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