Laundry

It's funny when you think you're doing everything according to the rules and that things are starting to go well when all of a sudden you find out that apparently you're not. I found out today that I now have to go to a laundry mat to do my laundry. My step-mom was told that I, yet again, waited until my laundry piled up before doing it resulting in multiple loads. This, however is a LOAD of over exageration. When we got our new washer and dryer that the loads were to be way smaller than what would be a normal load. I was also told that when I was my bedding it was to be split up into two load. Okay, no problem. The day before yesterday, I took my hamper downstairs to wash it. There was only about a loads worth of clothing in it, the basket wasn't even full, but I split it into two smaller loads, as per the rules. Yesterday, I washed my bedding, two loads again. I also washed the decorative towels and shower curtain from my bathroom as I was instructed to do. After my shower, I threw the clothes I had been wearing to clean in into the wash as well. Apparently step-grandma didn't like this. She went to my step-mom and told her that I had waited till all my laundry pilied up and ran the washer all day. They then decided that 'for the next little bit' I am to go to a laundry mat to do my wash. Being that my father was the one to tell me all of this over the phone today, I told him exactly what had happened. Hopefully my step-mom listens to him this time. I'm really getting tired of feeling like I'm being pushed out of what is supposed to be my home. Step-grandma loves blowing things out of proportion and making me look like the bad guy. It's not the first time, and probably wont be the last time. I just wish that my step-mom didn't buy into it, but it seems that she does.

School

I have wanted to do many things over the course of my life. I wanted to be a Marine Biologist, a Lawyer, an Actress/Singer, and, when I was a child, a Queen. More recently, however, I had decided I wanted to go into the field of Forensic Science or Medical Research. A far cry from a Queen, I agree, but I was intrigued. I enrolled in school when I was twenty-five, a little late, but better than never. I decided to start with my basic General Education classes, and for my first semester I chose a Math and English class (both of which were prep classes for the ones that would actually count toward my General Ed) along with a Painting class and a Mythology class. Before I had even started school, my step-mom sat me down and expressed concern toward my career choice. She knows me well and didn't think I would be happy in a job that requires a lot of patience and waiting for a minimal amount of success. I'm a result-driven person, I thrive on instant gratification. She also knew of my deep passion for cooking and suggested a career as a chef. I was a little put off at first. I thought she was implying that I wasn't smart enough to have a career as a scientist. After a few days of thinking about it, though, I realized where she was coming from, and, as much as I hate to admit it, she was right. It was never about my smarts. I would have had no problem accommodating the level of intellect required to be a scientist. It was about me ending up in a career I would be happy with for the rest of my life. I love to create things and work with my hands. I love instant success. I love seeing the fruits of my labors immediately. I wouldn't have been happy in a field that has more failures than successes. I changed my major.

I had planned on continuing at San Joaquin Delta College. I decided on working toward two Associate in Science degrees at the same time; one for Culinary Arts as well as one for Baking and Pastry. After my first semester, I figured out, by mapping out my entire career at Delta, it was going to take me another three and a half years to get my degrees. WOW. My step-mom and step-grandma had mentioned, repeatedly, that I should check into private culinary schools. I didn't think I would ever be able to afford it, so, for a while, I didn't bother. I grew tired of hearing about it and decided to just look into it. I did some research on them online and found Le Cordon Bleu in Sacramento. I had decided I wanted to attend the one in Paris after graduating from Delta, but I thought maybe this one would do as well. It would speed up my career and would definitely not hurt my resume. The site didn't offer much information, so I set up an in-person meeting with an Admissions Rep. My youngest sister, Makenna, joined me for the day, and Ben, my Rep, talked about everything the program had to offer. He took us on a tour of the campus and we even got to see students hard at work at every stage of the program. After the tour, Ben told me about the program length and tuition costs. I was surprised and excited to learn that not only was this the shortest course program, and, funnily enough, their longest, but also the cheapest, by half in some cases. I enrolled. I finished my semester at Delta with straight A's and a 4.0 GPA, and in September I will be starting at Le Cordon Bleu; three months from today, actually.

I have always had a deep-seeded passion for creating in the kitchen and am very excited to begin the proper training to develop my career in that field. I plan on being nothing but great, and won't accept anything less than that from myself. I've failed too many times at too many different things. Not this time. I promise you that. Not this time.

A Little Introduction to Me

I am 26 years old and I live with my dad and step-mom. There, I said it. Sad, I know. What's worse is that I don't have anything to show for how many years I've been alive. I work in an industry that is not my chosen career. I'm very over-weight. I live in a house that is more like a concentration camp than a family. My only saving grace here is my dad (and sometimes my step-sister, but I'll get more into that later). He's my rock. He's the only thing that keeps me sane when I'm here. It wasn't always like this. Certain things happened, things I dare not mention here, that changed everything. My step-mom is great, but she seems to have had some outside influences that have impacted her relationship with myself, my step-sister, and, more importantly, my dad. She's the only one that either doesn't see it, or doesn't want to admit it. It's sad, really. She's an amazing, strong, inspiring woman. I've always looked up to her. As of recently, however, she's lost her spine. No, that's not right. She didn't lose her spine; it was taken from her. I'd give anything to get it back for her.

I've been taking certain steps to gain more forward motion in my life. I've been working on losing weight and getting in shape, and I'm working out the school situation (details to follow), so I can finally enter the field that I want to be in, that I'm passionate about. I feel as though I'm taking good, firm strides in the right direction. I just hope that I make not only myself, but everyone around me proud of what I will no doubt accomplish with my life.

My First Blog

Gandhi once said; "Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever." On the back of that, my Dad has always told me that there isn't anyone on this Earth that you can't learn something from. Boy oh boy is he right. The main person, however, that I am currently learning the most from and about, is myself. These last few years have been a roller coaster of events, emotions, lessons, and dreams. I've gained friends, I've lost friends. I've had dreams, and watched them crumble. I've dated, and been single (more so single in the last year and a half). The one thing that has always remained the same is the fact that I am constantly learning about myself. Good and bad. I plan to use this Blog as a tool to chronicle the things I have learned and will learn from here on out. Those that I have learned would fill an archive of pages, so I will add them little by little. To those of you who might read this, thank you in advance. It feels amazing to have a voice that someone might actually pay attention to. To you I tip my hat. Goodnight, for now.