So - culinary school is something that I appear to have to work harder at getting into. I was not accepted into the next term - but that's okay. I'm just going to work harder. In the meantime, it's been Yoga, Ballet and training. Found a little restaurant who will hire me on part time as a prep cook, and the head chef is going to help me learn. So it's been a productive month. On a good note, they only want me three days a week and two of them are in the mornings, so I can still do home cooking for my roommate and boyfriend, and whoever else drops by~
Unfortunately I felt like dancing this morning after getting the call back and may have twisted my ankle slipping on a wet spot on the floor. Which means no dancing for a few days. I'm not as young as I used to be and might as well rest it for a day or two. Oops? It was a sight, too bad no one was there to see it. There may have been some ungraceful flails and a few curses as I landed on the floor. Ha! Pretty funny, though, now.