October 12, 2010.
Exam day. Everyone’s favorite. I remembered when I walked into class this morning that the practical final wasn’t the only exam today. We also had a written midterm, which I had completely forgotten about, and therefore hadn't studied. It was only ten questions, and they were mostly easy. Then it was practical time.
This test was kind of like torture in it’s purest form. Make a piping bag and pipe twenty-five ornaments in twenty minutes. Take a break for five minutes, then do it again... seven more times. And to make things worse, we had to draw random numbers to see which ornament we would be piping each time. We thought it would work in our favor, but it made us have to pipe the hardest ornament twice. I think it was rigged.
After each set of ornaments, we would all wait in the hall while Chef Gronert graded our ornaments and then wrote the highest and lowest scores, the class average, and the name of the person with the highest score on the whiteboard. Besides the person who got the highest score, no one else knew how they did, and Chef Gronert wouldn’t tell us. That’s why everyone was really worried when the lowest score was thirteen (yes, that’s out of one hundred). No one really cared, though, when it was negative sixteen, except the people who didn’t pipe all their ornaments. If we piped twenty-five of the correct ornament, it was basically impossible to get a negative score, because Chef Gronert wanted to force us to pipe something, whether it was pretty or not. Quantity over quality. Yeah, he’s definitely trying to be more American.
There was actually something good that happened today. Surprise! Chef Gronert gave us like a million bonus points, probably because if everyone failed, he would look like a bad teacher.
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