Please leave the library behind. We must move on to something even more annoying than volunteer library lunacy. There’s a class at Le Cordon Bleu known as— that class. If you speak to students lucky enough to not be included, they will definitely refer to this class as that class. It’s actually quite amazing to have a college where everyone knows this particular class is like a Lean on Me scene with Morgan Freeman trying to save student losers.
For the unluckiest reason existing on the planet, I was placed in that class for six weeks of Cost Control. In case anyone is interested, the group of students in the class known as that class are not all guilty of heinous college behavior– but over half are life-in-prison guilty for sure. I had seen that class here and there, you know, being entitled all over the place. Complaints from their that class mouths could be heard across campus. All I knew, as an outsider looking in, was that class contained a bunch of know-it-all a$$ho&$#. Sorry, not sorry. If you were ever going to take anything to the bank, please start walking.
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I first witnessed this group of gigantic losers in the hall during our daily uniform/production sheet/homework check a few months ago. That class was standing in line across from our Foundation III class. At the time, they were all in Baking & Pastry class. Enter into evidence a$$ho#* number one. This guy was argumentative, disrespectful, obnoxious, entitled, and rude all bundled up into one painfully awful culinary cyst of a student.
As with all bullies, he was surrounded by insecure bully-followers, who were only a single molecule less as unkind as he was. I happen to love the teacher they were treating rudely so much it hurts. She should never have to deal with such nonsense in a college setting. She taught me a lot and should always be respected as a teacher and a human being.
Le Cordon Bleu’s teachers are not the problem. They are talented chefs teaching 1) students who care or 2) students who need a spanking. There are about six students in that class who do not suck. One guy’s level of sucking is a bit higher than the rest. This guy is pitiful, having crossed the line almost daily.
Constant comments here and there from the kind of person in love with the sound of his voice. Always rudely debating without a relevant debate in sight. He was rude to my Cost Control chef teacher at least once during each class. The only difference each day were the levels of rudeness. Before the line. Touching the line. Crossing the line. He finally—- finally— got kicked out a couple of days ago for crossing the line once again. Do you know how many times I almost threw my fast-pen at his face? If I didn’t love my fast-pen so much, then he would be a walking pen mark by now.
One day I raised my hand and said, “Chef, I don’t think anyone should ever speak to you that way.” My chef teacher has incredible classroom management skills. If she didn’t pick her battles with this jerk or that jerk or the cocky cook slinging sarcasm in our Cost Control class, then she would never have been able to actually teach. I’d rather be in a class with lazy culinary students or with the chocolate chip cookie tin foil thief. The past seems so welcome now. Please, anyone, steal my clarified butter or mise en place. Just do not place me in that class again