Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Friday.

Friday is a beginning and an ending, like a cool autumn day giving way to winter. It’s the beginning of the weekend and the ending of a stressful week at school. It’s the day that I know I can get through for the mere reason that the following day is Saturday. Of course, the weekend never seems long enough.


On Friday mornings, I roll about lazily in my warm bed. Five more minutes, I tell myself, eyes closed, as I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock. Of course, five minutes turns into ten which turns into twenty which turns into half an hour. I can’t help it; after a whole week of getting up early, my body just wants to go back to sleep. I dash out the door and pray that I make it to French class on time, lest I receive another look from my teacher for being late.


Second period is history. I love my class, despite the changes that had to be made to my timetable to accommodate the course. Not only is my teacher awesome, but history is one of my better subjects. But as the seconds tick into minutes and there’s twenty minutes of class left, I can’t help but look forward to lunch.


During my lunch period, I eat and I hang out with some friends who I rarely see otherwise. As the bell rings, signalling the end of third period, I get up reluctantly and head to my fourth period class, math. This year, I have a good math teacher, and although I sit near my friends, who can’t seem to keep quiet, my grade percent has gone up about ten percent.



Then I go to photography class. I feel pretty ambivalent about photography class. On the days that I shoot a good roll and end up with pictures that look great and are processed correctly, I love photography class and can’t wait to get into the darkroom. But then there are those off days I can’t seem to manipulate my contrast filters properly to produce a correctly exposed photo.


After last period ends, I stow my photos, still wet from chemicals, away in my locker and grab my gym clothes from a friend’s locker (which I wouldn’t have to borrow if our lockers weren’t only 8-inches wide). I change quickly and dash to the fitness room, hoping that I’m not too late for dragonboat practice.


I don’t stay for the whole practice though. At 4:30PM, I leave and change back into my day clothes. I shove my bag back into my friend’s locker and grab a black backpack containing my George Brown Uniform, a baking scale, and various other kitchen tools. Exhausted and starving, I drop by a Second Cup and buy an overpriced sandwich on my way to the subway station. I board the train and then a couple stops later, I hop out and wait for my best friend Jenny to meet me. Then we take the subway together down to George Brown College, where we have just started a new baking course. This time, we’re doing breads.


I love bread, but only when it’s still warm from the oven. Store-bought bread is convenient, yes, but I crave the freshness and taste of homemade bread. So far, we’ve made plain white bread, butter-crusted bread, and French sticks (which are basically like baguettes) and I have to say that I’m really enjoying this course. The best part is the hands-on experience of working with the dough. It’s just so... soft and squishy and pudgy.


After the class is over, Jenny and I take the subway back home. By the time I get off at my stop, it's eleven o'clock and I'm starving, despite the rolls that I had probably eaten during class. As the reward for getting through the long day, I drop by my favourite sushi place and treat myself to a dynamite roll.

15 comments:

  1. Love this post!

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  2. Sounds like a busy day, but its awesome that you're liking your bread making class. I love making bread. I think its very cathartic.

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  3. Those are some gorgeous loaves of bread! It totally makes your busy day worth it!

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  4. I used to love photography at school - my teacher used to pull the same prank every year... he'd turn the lights off in the dark room, get out scissors to cut the film away from the roll and then let forth a a blood-curdling yell, pretending he'd cut his fingers. Of course it got kind of old after the first time so we probably thought he was a big dork - nice guy though now I think about it. He was my French teacher too :)

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  5. What a busy day! Knowing that it's already Friday powers you through it though, doesn't it? And baking courses? Wonderful! I love bread and I love making my own. Wish my breads could look as pretty as yours.

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  6. I wish I could have photography classes too! And wow, really busy! :) but satisfaction ...

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  7. Everything in this post look very professional to me. I wish that I can be in this class.

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  8. love, love, love the butter photography!

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  9. I love Fridays and fresh bread with butter!

    Cheers,

    Rosa

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  10. ahhh love the fact that you found a baking course that inspires you! i took a gluten free baking class over the summer and it was awesome. btw, i'm glad that you enjoy your school day! hahaha did you know that i am a teacher?! :)

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  11. No I didn't! That's so cool. I kind of want to be a teacher when I grow up.

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  12. My college days are long done but a baking class would spur me to greater heights. The photos of the bread just drew me in and have me aching for one slice of warm, buttered bread.

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  13. Kyleen, So fun to follow you on one of your days! And I'm amazed that you are baking at such a level while you are still a teenager. Wow.
    -E

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  14. christinefreshlocalandbestFebruary 23, 2012 at 11:36 PM

    Sushi, oh how I miss having sushi! There is nothing more heavenly than freshly baked bread.

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