When I was in the eighth grade, I was convinced
that I would become a world famous chef! Since I like to eat and enjoy cooking,
I figured it was a natural fit. My mother had other plans. She told me I was
going to college. We fought. I told her, that she just wanted me to be like
her… a Math Teacher. I said, “I will never be like you! I will never teacher."
DHS where were you after I said that? Not because of my goal, but because I
lost my mind for a split second when I talked to her the way I did. Anyway, I
went on to Dobbins, where I studied Restaurant Practice. Four years of learning
how to prepare and serve food. I was the top in my class! I even had a theme
day for my final project in my senior year. A Mexican menu. The students wore
straw hats and we played Spanish music. After graduating from High school, my
plan was to go to The Culinary Institute in Hyde, Park New York or Johnson and Wales in Rhode Island. Mom, struck again. I was going to a four year
college. End of discussion! And I would stay in the state, because it was
cheaper. So I chose PennState. She could choose where I went to school, but not my
major.
Ok, so I am eating crow now and still trying to get my foot out of my mouth. I guess I am just like her. Well, not completely, but I did go into teaching and I am considering doing something with math in the future.
