Random Ramblings on My Cooking Skills, Best Friend, and that Time I Should’ve Kept My Mouth Shut

Hi, it’s Mia. This is a message to future me because my Creative Writing teacher just adores me so much.

I have no idea what I’m doing, at all. Luckily, I also cut out all of the awkward rambling about how this whole thing - as in my life - is really freaking me out. Actually, this probably counts as awkward rambling, so never mind.

Okay, I’m just going to cut to the decent part.

Honestly, I really relate to Lexi’s sister because cooking and I are mortal enemies. In fact, not to make this a competition, but if it were a competition, I would win for most toxic food. (See the picture above for an example of my awesome skills.)

My friend Cassie made me a birthday card a couple of years ago and on the card, she drew a meter. It listed different levels of cooking skills and I’m safely at the bottom with the label, “stay out of the kitchen @ all costs!!!”

Cassie's birthday card to me back when we were like 11.

Burning Ramen has nothing on some of the truly horrible things I’ve made. Once, I burnt a pop tart and almost set the microwave on fire and yes, I’d even removed the wrapping, so how it started catching fire I have no idea. In retrospect, five minutes is probably too long.

But the cereal was fine.

Well, until I poured the milk into the bowl that had the spoon already in it. The milk hit the spoon, bouncing out of the bowl and all on my shirt, so that wasn’t super successful. But, I’ve only done that once, so I’m calling it a victory.

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Conversely, Cassie is basically the Queen of Cooking and she’s not even insufferable about it. She’s super patient and walks me through the steps and makes up her own to make me feel better. She’s sickeningly perfect.

And when I say, “You’re sickeningly perfect,” (with only a little bit of jealously) she laughs like she doesn’t believe it and runs off to do her mysterious activities.

Cassie is also super secretive. I’ve known her for half of my life and there’s always been a weird understanding that she has secrets and that’s just that. But not like normal secrets, like how Jake cheated on last years math midterm, it’s something she’s doing. Probably something important and productive, cause she’s always very focused.

I feel like I'm always trying to play catch up and I'm determined to figure her out. She’s extremely witty, but it’s never cutting, just blunt. She even studies independently under one of our professors. Technically, he’s just a teacher but he has like a dual degree in engineering and physics, so we call him professor. He’s basically the smartest teacher to ever grace public school.

He’s also scary.

There’s a joke around school that lists all the things you’re scared of as a freshman and then all the things as a Senior. Mr. Roland is the one constant on that list.

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Mr. Roland has got hair that’s so blond it’s white and is fairly young, probably nearing his 40s, but he won’t tell anyone his age. Maybe Cassie knows, but I doubt it.

He's very sharp and deliberate when speaking to students, like he expects them to be able to understand or ask questions if we don't. It's actually kinda nice because he won’t make us sit through pointless reviews. And even though no one is really sure if this is a benefit, he doesn’t glare or yell or patronize or call you out if you fail a test, even if you should have passed.

Instead, he makes you work ten times harder. It’s absolutely horrible.

Especially for me, I generally don’t care about school unless it’s going to help me in what I want to do. And physics doesn’t help anyone. Once, when I was feeling particularly idiotic, I decided to make a sarcastic remark about physics and he walked to my desk and I was honestly kinda petrified.

“While some may let you get away with your ridiculous remarks, you hardly warrant pity, unless it’s for little imagination you employ over said comments. I’m disappointed. Now, as you have nothing intelligent to say, kindly turn to page sixteen and let Einstein elucidate you on true intellect.”

Yeah, when he’s mad, it’s like he verbally slams you with a dictionary.

It’s funny, I actually respect him a lot more now because he didn’t call me out loudly or anything. But, physics is still really, really boring.

With those disjointed crazy thoughts, I leave you to your day. Hopefully, you - as in me - are very successful and famous.

Mia

For a look into an anti-social, animal lover's mind, check out the next post here.

And if you want to read yesterday's post, its here.

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