For as long as I can remember, I have envisioned myself as a chef. I guess it started out at an early age when I was helping my mother in the kitchen, and I can thank her for seeing the desire inside of me to learn how to cook. We spent a lot of time together in the kitchen creating wonderful masterpieces, and every moment I spent cooking, I was in heaven.
So it came as no surprise to her when I told her that I wanted to go to cooking school after I graduated from high school. My father wasn’t too happy with my decision as he had always envisioned me as an accountant, but I knew that I wouldn’t be happy if I didn’t follow my passion.
I was really surprised at the number of culinary arts institutes that were around the country, but I decided to attend one close to home as I thought that it would be easier for me and my parents. They are helping me out to pay for my education so I will be able to focus on my studies instead of having to work a job as well.
Thankfully I have been accepted and I will be starting shortly. Though I am a little scared of leaving home for the first time, I am excited that I will be able to pursue my love of cooking.
