...this post continues from the last blogpost that was posted on the 5th of June 2011
After the War of the worlds/Miss Bossy Pants episode I had decided I wasn't going to go back for my training. It just wasn't worth it. I thought about the cash I had burned, It could have bought me a pair of Christian Loubotin shoes with extra change.. but that didn't shake my resolve one bit. I wasn't ready to be beaten black and blue on top cake matter. Call me a coward and you won't be so far from the truth (though I hate to admit that fact)
I went about my normal business but there remained this emptiness inside like I had left a major thing undone. I tried to get my mind off it but it kept coming back, again and again and again. I was even losing sleep over it.
My cake tutor had called several times to ask what was wrong. Everytime she called, I gave her the 'I've been so busy Ma, don't worry i'll resume soon' reply. At a point I even stopped picking her calls. Then one day I gathered myself and placed a call to the cake school.
Pretending to make enquiries, I ask the receptionist a couple of questions, then suddenly she drops a piece of important information... she mentions something about a set that graduated from the school last week and a new set resuming next week. That was the very info I had wished to hear. Miss Bossy Pants was finally out of the way.
Next week came, and I got my things ready to head to the cake school. I felt so light and excited (making cakes have that effect on me actually). As I got to the entrance...Voila! It was Miss Bossy Pants at the entrance wearing her funny hat and an apron that looked like the type that was worn during Kunta Kinte's era. She was holding a bowl, I almost fainted.
Amazingly, she just went about her business like I didnt exist. I was to learn later that a project had been given to all the students to make and decorate a three-tier wedding cake and her cake had won the competition. She was rewarded with extra classes in sugarcraft and modelling for 2 weeks. What? Two whole weeks? I had to struggle to remain smiling after hearing that piece of information.What in God's name.....? I had high hopes of continuing my cake making program without any hitches, I so wasn't ready to have anyone breathe down my neck, neither was I ready for any argument or exchange of words. I prayed that she too was going to be reasonable and even if she couldn't be friendly, that she'd just avoid me like a plague.
And that's what she did. I was so surprised, I wanted to say hello but I feared that I may stir the hornet's nest or rouse a peacefully sleeping dog from its sleep. I just went about my business that day and we managed to avoid each other that day and in subsequent days to come. What exactly had I been running from?
Just then I realised that the things we call mountains are really just mole-hills and all we need to do is walk over them... and that's the truth right there y'all.