Crap, crap, crap...

So we go into PM Cafeteria yesterday, and the chef asks if we had any time in the previous class to researech our final cuisine (which we have been calling “The Last Supper.” I doubt it’s original.) We said no, so she asked if we wanted to stay for lecture or go back down the library for an hour. Most of the people wanted to hit the library, so I sorta nodded and gathered up my stuff. We headed out, gathered our thoughts, then came back by 1:30.

We go back in for lecture and are told that due to our collective apathy, we’re all being sent home and owe the chef a makeup day.

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot??

One by one we went back to talk to her about this, as far as who the problem was. Turns out it was a combination between two people having a petty argument over where they were sitting for lecture, and my look of “I don’t care what we do.” Joy. I spoke to the chef about it later, and told her that I DID care, I just didn’t feel it was necessary to speak out one more opinion since the decision had already been made. And as a final point, if I didn’t give a shit, I wouldn’t be back there making my case. I think she understood. So I signed up for a makeup class (which, in the case of AM or PM Cafeteria, means coming in on my day off and working the kitchen.) We went back to the library and finished our research, and I typed up the menu plan and ingredients list while I was at work.

Okay so there’s one spoiled rich brat in our group who thinks the world revolves around her, and is moving out of our group because we weren’t good enough to assist her in her rise to greatness, but for the most part we’re a good group. We work well together when the pressure’s on. Apathy isn’t the word I’d use. But, I guess it’s the outward appearance that matters most.