Ugh. Today in class, one of my knives dissapeared. I had lent it to one of the people in my group- and when he returned it I went in search of one of my other knives that someone had walked off with. After I found the first missing knife, the knife that I lent my friend was gone. After looking around all our space, and the next table's space, and asking a few people if they'd seen my knife- I was really feeling down. Knives are expensive. I don't have the funds to replace them... So I talked to Chef. He told me to ask my other class mates. @%()#%*)!@(&%#@&. I asked a few more people- one of them actually asked a few more people, but nothing turned up. Apparently a few people had remembered seeing an extra knife, but no one knew where it went.

I'm down one knife now, and spent the last half of class holding back tears and mustering up more wasted courage.

Why am I even in culinary school to begin with? I could've been at Coe with friends, a safe atmosphere, and people I trust. To hell with my sense of adventure. :(

*sigh*

Dancing, and the few people who were really awesome this summer are still the only parts making my being here worth it.