Without hesitation, I started practicing at home. I cooked from time to time, but quickly realized that I needed coaching. My third year of college began when I asked one of my professors if the college provided internships at a local restaurant. She contacted me a week later and said she had a few suggestions for me. I chose a spot at a local steakhouse, and that's where it got hard. I had to go to college early in the morning and then drive to work and close the restaurant around 11:30pm. I wore myself out mentally and physically working 6 days a week. Once again, I had to skip class at this time not because I wanted to socialize, but because I just needed to sleep due to sleep deprivation. I also moved out of my parent's house and started living with my girlfriend, which also knocked hours off my sleep schedule. This affected my mental state and my life became much more complicated than I had anticipated. On the other hand, I realized that I was in this situation myself, and there was nothing left for me to do but to take responsibility for my actions and move forward. A year had passed and I was preparing for my final exams. I couldn't wait to show off my skills to my teachers! I knew I had worked hard to earn the experience and knowledge I needed to pass the exams, and I was finally ready. I still had a job at the steakhouse, and I made quite a bit of progress there as well. I started as a prep cook and was soon promoted to line cook. It was difficult, but I earned the trust and respect of the restaurant staff, and I thought my efforts were finally starting to pay off.
But then something unexpected happened.