tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833977.post-69483893482437165182008-02-15T21:17:00.003+11:002008-03-01T21:36:47.355+11:00i am happy.<br /><br />turns out i didn't need my uniform or tool kit for tonight's introduction to dietary requirements, which was a pain in the ass since i busted my ass to get the damn thing ironed and catch the tram with plenty of time to spare to get changed at school, but never mind. it was strange sitting in the kitchen wearing street clothes, though, i've gotta say.<br /><br />and my beloved frenchman was teaching the same thing in the class next door, so we merged classes a while to watch a godawful dvd about anaphylaxis and allergies. it was nice to hear his accent again. later, i stayed back to chat about my pal jo-ann with my teacher (he had us both last term) and then hung out in the other kitchen with the frenchman and talked shit a while. he's great because he's not like a regular teacher who has to act all teacherly and say "well, maybe you should take your concerns to the co-ordinator blah blah blah" because he seriously swears as much as i do and his response to the marzipan class thing the other night was "what the fuck? that is fucked! they are both fucked!" which, if you can imagine in a french accent, is like music to my ears.<br /><br />it'll be a good class, i think. it's a semester long and it's one week theory, one week practical class and written in the class schedule, near the bottom is the word "vegan". i was thrilled. really. we get to make a lime tofu cheesecake. fuckin'-a, baby!michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04586693301701926023noreply@blogger.com