After much deliberation, I decided to go back one more time to my cake decorating course this afternoon and walk out if I wasn't having more fun than last week.
Fortunately, I didn't feel the need to walk out. I sat next to someone else who had only marginally more talent than me, so I felt better about my lack of success and we laughed at our horrible creations. The class focused on flowers this time; I successfully produced apple blossoms and drop flowers with ease, but when it came to roses... well, let's just say that my roses looked completely obscene. As in a Liz Lemon moment of, "Why would you celebrate that?" They looked like X-rated depictions of a certain area of male anatomy.
Anyway.
I despise the teacher. She doesn't bother coming to check my work anymore and she doesn't say a word to me. I'm hopeless as far as she is concerned, and she may be right. However, after I produced a surprisingly successful page of drop flowers at the end of the class before everyone else, she refused to accept them and said to do another sheet only because I was done first. We were to submit one sheet to the school, so I took her second sheet of waxed paper, returned to my seat, cleaned up my station and tools and crumpled up her second sheet of paper, submitting the flowers I had done properly the first time.
Halfway there now. Unless something preferable comes up in the mounted police department next weekend, I will go back next Saturday for round three.
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2 comments:
Sounds like she can go stuff herself. . .with cake:)
Could I beat her with a cake box instead?
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