It is almost ten o'clock and it is raining. I am alone in the living room and its kind of scary. I could have stayed in my room for this blog, but since last night I have failed to connect to the net by wifi, I dont really know what happened. Maybe our IT expert at school did some changes to the setting which halted its automatic connection.I know I need to see him again. To be sure, I brought Ace's extra cables which I stored in my table drawer at school. So now I could connect, but I can not go up to my room as the cable is not long enough.
The semester is fast coming to an end and my slowfooted students are trying to catch up and their effort compels me to spend extra times with them too. It could be taxing but whenever I see them learning, I feel so compensated.
Last Saturday, I was among the few instructors that were in the whole campus for part time classes. While my students were busy with their reading tasks, I busied myself with papers that needed to be marked. I was feeling hungry but snack was out of question. No canteen opens in the campus o n Saturday. Neither could I go out as classes were going on. So I was listening to my grumpy tummy when all of a sudden two boys in chef attire came to my room with what they labeled as fish cracker s for me to savor and give a rating. I was surprised pleasantly as it was like my prayer was answered.
The boys were Hotel and Restaurant Technology students who had laboratory classes on Saturdays. Usually they let culinary expert evaluate their products. Well as there was nobody else around that Saturday, I was promoted as evaluator, therefore culinary expert too. On the second thought, those boys did not err in choosing me. I once dreamed of becoming a chef, and that dream was privy to the number of cakes that failed to rise, cookies and muffins that were as hard as rocks and calderetas that were as salty as the Pacific Ocean. But oh, hubby and sons liked them, to them I was the best. Those were the best memories in my child rearing career. I remember my eldest son called one of my creations (supposedly beef burgers) eagle's droppings. But they ate then despite how the patties looked.
Well I have given up my culinary career long ago, but those HRT boys should not know it. I rated their product like I knew the business and rated it generously as it filled my need for the moment. Of course I thanked God for His providence never fails to come when needed.
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