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Originally Posted by flatbutt
That's how I got expelled from catholic school....in the 2nd grade.
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I did 13 schools from my 12 till 18.
Started off in Latin getting knocked down along the way till i was at the bottom, trade school )
The day I turned 18, I went to School, By then it was trade school, learning to cook
3 days in hotel/ 2 days of school
The kind of school where half the students were so bad that teachers were happy if anybody skipped class that day.
I had worked a year in a big fancy restaurant.. in the restaurant, not the kitchen
But in school I had to do a cooking exam.
They wanted me to cook big kitchen pea soup.. with some kind of premix used in big kitchens (think schools/ nursing homes)..
I already knew up front, but went to school for the sole purpose of a good tantrum.
Exam starts, the examinator (not normal school teacher) explains the goal of the exam.
I kick off a classic Chef Rant
WHAT? Fecking powder pea soup?
I work my ass off for a Cordon Blue Master Chef all year,
and now This burocrat will tell me if i'm a capable cook based on Fecking PEA POWDER SOUP
I mean, I really layed it out there, passionately.. Massive rant.
Threw a pot and stormed out taking my chef jacket off, and DONT EXPECT ME TO COME BACK HERE EVER AGAIN YA LOSERS
Teacher stood there. sighed..
She knew what the others didn't : I worked for the Cordon Blue Chef.. as a Waiter
Anyway.. I stormed out of that class, school, on my birthday.. and never went back , ever.
In my mind I was done with the mandatory school till 18.. They no longer could force me (officially mandatory school is till end of school year but May is close to a month of the end.. no way they could get to me in time )
No degree no nothing F'em
odly enough ,for years after, well in to my 30ies I occasionally dreamt I was still in school, as a 30 year old
Thinking, Why the F am I still in school , I'm 30, this is getting me nowhere.. getting up, apologizing to the teacher
saying rather politely "look, this aint for me, it's taking way to long, I'm leaving."
Note, In that period, before that exam, working for that Master Chef...he once had 2 sous-chefs leave, was short handed and asked me to help in the kitchen as a favor..
I did work 3 days doing prep.. cleaning fish, doing all kinds of prep.. I didn't mind it was a fun change of scenery and hell did the boss a favor..
and one evening, he's in the resto.. i'm in the kitchen with the regular chef..
who asks me to chop some carrots julienne.. 2mm by 4cm
The stuff any cook learns in resto school by chopping every day for 4 years till it's in the muscle memory..
the regular chef hated my guts because i was a waiter and not even hotel school stuf. So he gave me a hard time that my julienne wasn't really 2mm by 4cm
And i wasn't cutting em fast enough..
So i told him , if you can do it faster, by my guest, I'm just trying to help out.
He goes off.. throws a sauce pot my way
So i took a much bigger pot, a marmitte (30 liters something) and throw it down in his pit.
Boss Chef is in the restaurant, his finely tuned ear hears somethign through the sound proof doors.. excuses himself and comes ot the kitchen.
As the sound proof door closes behind him, he's like a bull out of the pen at a rodeo.
regular chef gets his ass chewed, then he turns on me..
I go, Look, goober over there wants me to chop carrots, I chopped carrots
I've never been taught to chop carrots like he was. And he was giving me ****
I told him he was free to cut em hiself, and he threw a pot.
This was a favor to you, I'm not his b1tch and if he wants to I'll be happy to return anything else he wants to throw at me. (big bluf since the chef was twice my size)
The Boss told his regular chef to stfu and get to bizniz..
And me to show up next day after lunch shift, for a class on how to chop things with a kitchen knife
I still am no good at consistent chopping tho... But it's a good story.
I was always a small kid, and I always got in trouble.. Always got under peoples skin to the point of them wanting to get me.
But nobody ever got away with it.